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i s a b e l l a Feb 2017
I've felt what it's like
to have fingers
dance on my thigh
and to hold a hand
and to have you search my body
like an ancient artifact
and now that you're gone
all I think about
is contact
and how much I need it now
that I know
what I've been missing
i s a b e l l a Feb 2017
My whole body trembles
at human contact
like an addict
that is on withdrawl
so many years
without touch
leaves me searching for hands
and embraces
that will calm
my feverish heart
and the day after
my heart is still
excruciatingly beating
trying to jump out of my chest
and walk amongst the world
to leap into someone's arms
because that moment was not enough
and I need more
that moment was not enough
I'm an addict of love
and now I know the highs and lows
of withdrawl
i s a b e l l a Jan 2017
I fell in love with your eyes
and you closed them shut.
i s a b e l l a Jan 2017
I want to pull you close
and let my fingertips
dance across your soul
and I want your eyes
to reach into mine
and refill my drought
but the magnitude
of fear inside of me
stops me from pulling you close
and letting you know
that I want you to be
mine
i s a b e l l a Jan 2017
I looked at the clock and it was 11:11
but then it switched to 11:12
and I missed my chance of wishing
that you were here.
i s a b e l l a Jan 2017
I write poetry
because there are some things
I simply cannot talk about.

1. you and how much I have to say to you
but I can't say it
2. how my mind turns off and I feel like there's
a weight pulling me down
3. how confused I am about everything
4. you
5. how much I love you
i s a b e l l a Jan 2017
He is always here
but he will never be
you
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