i'm aching.
aching for a feeling that
i used to fall asleep with, fall asleep to.
too used to keeping you at
arm's length, now
don't know how to hold you anymore,
but i need you.
think i need you,
know i need you.
k.h.
YOU ARE READING
the shade of flowers/poetry by k.h.
Poetrythe edge of lucidity, rose tinted glasses and you, my dear.
