I hold a longing in my throat
it aches and sears as i try to choke it down

clogged like a pipe
my breathing slows

have you ever wanted something so badly,
that you just forget everything else?

Forget the way small fingers feel wrapped in your hands-
the gift that keeps on giving
Forget the black plague that his lies fed into my bloodstream;
I even sometimes forget the reason for living

You see
I'm blinded by this lust
to fit in
to find a place warm with belonging
But I can't forget
what is important

How your palms cup me softly
when the world is damp-
make me realize
that all along
I had somewhere.