Cold, my body freezes as I lay down next to you. Your warm hands grab my waist, I feel your warm breath on my neck. I turn around to face you. I don't want to wake up at this moment. I open my eyes, you are not there. I am stuck. Looking up at the ceiling, my hands can't move. If I could move I'd probably run to the bathroom, and quietly turn on the tap and splash myself with water. Then after I would come back to bed and dream of you. My love is always with you. I'm crazy about you, even if our relationship is one-sided.
I'm mad about you.
The end.
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Love and other feelings: a poetry anthology
PoetryLove poetry from a disabled woman's perspective. WARNING: a bit raunchy! You've been warned :P
