I search for the last inch of your blanket that isn’t tarnished with my smell
The last part of my shirt that has your scent
The last moment, of us - together, that isn’t cluttered with my guilt
The last of the last, the last of you without my prints
And I beg to let me hold you, I beg to feel your skin
I beg for your forgiveness, and all the nuances within
I beg for you to want me there, I beg for you to stay
But most of all, I beg for you to love me
Before I start to fray.
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 7:28 PM UTC
I search for the last inch of your blanket that isn’t tarnished with my smell
The last part of my shirt that has your scent
The last moment, of us - together, that isn’t cluttered with my guilt
The last of the last, the last of you without my prints
And I beg to let me hold you, I beg to feel your skin
I beg for your forgiveness, and all the nuances within
I beg for you to want me there, I beg for you to stay
But most of all, I beg for you to love me
Before I start to fray.
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