your hand used to fit perfectly in mine.
i remember the way you would grip my hand in effort to calm me down.
you always had such strong hands that made me feel safe.
the way your hands would touch my body that went deeper than my skin.
your hands and you touched my soul.
it's a shame that we weren't soulmates.
isn't it?
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things ill never say (poetry)
Poetrypoems written about my trauma, past abuse, heartache, suicidal tendencies, and other things of that nature along with some lighter poems. most will be triggering. please read with caution.
