I hate longing for you.
the ever growing yearning
to
be
right there
to you.
I ping pong down hallways in my head
But it fells less crazy,
When I find myself in your hands.
The high blood pressure
Translates to hand beats-
Tapping up and down your skin.
With you- all my words are melodies.
And all the silences’
Are cataclysmic waves of energies
That raise my hair upon my skin.
But when I’m alone,
Or with a group-
And I get anxious or nervous,
I know my first remedy
is you.
The shoulder that feels like home.
But it’s such a bittersweet longing.
For every breath
that’s been stolen away from you lips;
There’s been at least two more
corrupted from desiring them.
22:10
07.10.22
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