These are the things I would be feeling if I
was like you
The warm touch of a friend
when it fills you
with love
and that love;
bubbling up to the surface,
flush against the inside of my skin
like it will burst soon
and I will flood you
because my body cannot contain this closeness
my heart is fit to burst
its empty insides
splattered across the walls
like a Polluck painting to our connection
if I felt it
if I knew that it was there
If I knew it like I knew
the scent of spices
like I know the cold embrace
of winter months, when they brush
against my illness and I know
that it can’t go on
because it hurts so much to love
it tears words from my gut that I would never
dare say
it brings promises I cannot keep;
if I could, I would weep
because it hurts so much to love
but I have to try
Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 8:09 PM UTC
These are the things I would be feeling if I
was like you
The warm touch of a friend
when it fills you
with love
and that love;
bubbling up to the surface,
flush against the inside of my skin
like it will burst soon
and I will flood you
because my body cannot contain this closeness
my heart is fit to burst
its empty insides
splattered across the walls
like a Polluck painting to our connection
if I felt it
if I knew that it was there
If I knew it like I knew
the scent of spices
like I know the cold embrace
of winter months, when they brush
against my illness and I know
that it can’t go on
because it hurts so much to love
it tears words from my gut that I would never
dare say
it brings promises I cannot keep;
if I could, I would weep
because it hurts so much to love
but I have to try
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