i. i don't want to kiss you or even fuck you i just want to hold you so tightly because i'm afraid if i ever let go the slightest bit you might slip right through my goddamned fingertips. when i cant sleep i pretend these with these hollow thoughts of mine that these bedsheets could be you because oh god how i miss smelling you on my clothes and feeling the tips of your fingers caressing my hair and the pads of your fingers brushing delicately against my skin and sending waves of uncontrollable heat throughout my entire being.
ii. when my fingers touch yours, electric shocks explode throughout my entire arm. it's as if my bones shatter and disintegrate from the tension and the heated blood in my unstable veins will burst or melt - i'm not sure which.
iii. i'm sorry for being a coward. it's in my god-forsaken veins; i think you're the one who injected it into my bloodstream when i wasn't looking.
iv. i remember every little detail of you. i'm just forgetting me.
YOU ARE READING
the remains
Poetryspontaneous poetry written while overcoming some of life's many obstacles. ❝i cried tears you'll never see, so fuck you. you can go cry me an ocean and leave me be.❞ ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ COLLECTION NO.1 #125 in poetry © wraiths™ 2015
