There’s a dull ache, in my stomach,
and it pushes me down, covers
my skin and it’s scars,
and I can’t stop flirting with the pain.
I’m asking it to reveal itself,
show me what it has, if it dares,
but I can’t help but wonder,
how you’d feel in the palm of my hand -
I wake to that sense of familiarity,
of the outline of your face, and the jaw
that locks itself in my brain,
the dark, murky waters of my chest.
Let’s move from our bed, the one that
used to be mine - now it’s shared
with you and your demons
as their legs lock, intertwined.
Show me more, and more,
ignore the way my heart screams silently.
I can feel the roughness of your cheek
in my dream, but that’ll be all.
a poem about conflict and desire - i want you, too much, because i can't have you. and yet here you are, every time i close my eyes, and every time my head hits my pillow.
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