i don't understand why this is happening. i look at him, but i feel nothing. i never feel anything anymore... he touches my hand, looks into my eyes, the warmth of his body seeps through mine. this is what i've wanted, what i've needed, what i've craved. so, why doesn't it feel right? his affection seems so natural, so sweet and light. mine is forced. every breath i take, every word i speak, every gesture i make. i want this. so, tell me why i don't... the comfort his hand brings as it links with mine is artificial. i tell myself i'm safe with him. i close my eyes and feel his fingers trace mine ...and for a second, just for a second, you're there with me. our eyes lock. the corners of your lips tug into a smile, as i feel mine do the same. my heart tugs at your warmth. i want to hold you, for you to hold me. i crave the presence of your lips pressed passionately against my own. tears cloud my vision of you. i watch through the blurry blanket of tears as you transform before me. my eyes clear, the warmth melts away. i'm left shivering in your absence. that painstaking moment left me in pieces. it's not him i want, it's you. it's always been you.
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Your Raspberry Lips
Poetrysurrounded by mountains that stretch for miles, the water rising to my neck. i am drained, and my leg is throbbing, my foot painstakingly twisted at an odd angle. i can no longer run. i grab the water stained pages and my ruffled pen, the ink semi-f...
