I don't know what I need.
I don't know what I want.
I have to just feel something.
It feels amazing to be with you.
Is it just me?
...
I feel the corner of the bed sharply bruise into my leg,
I feel the heat from the iron burn my grasp,
I feel the corner of the paper slice my finger,
I feel the laughter with my mother,
I feel the loss of a friend,
I feel the attraction between us,
but none of it means anything.
...
Maybe I am just afraid when I do feel something
(even knowing when it is two ways)
And maybe I want to feel something
all at the same time.
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
I don't know what I need.
I don't know what I want.
I have to just feel something.
It feels amazing to be with you.
Is it just me?
...
I feel the corner of the bed sharply bruise into my leg,
I feel the heat from the iron burn my grasp,
I feel the corner of the paper slice my finger,
I feel the laughter with my mother,
I feel the loss of a friend,
I feel the attraction between us,
but none of it means anything.
...
Maybe I am just afraid when I do feel something
(even knowing when it is two ways)
And maybe I want to feel something
all at the same time.
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