#touchstarved
I do not want to be held
Not because I hate proximity
I want it more than you think
But I need to be held
Tightly
And you will only give me
A gentle squeeze
A polite embrace
And a quick release
You will not hold me together
So I'd rather not be held at all
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 4:33 PM UTC
Use me
Words i never meant to say out loud
Its sad now much i mean it
How much my heart ahces to be the **** on your shoejust so it proves im not invisible
Use me
I want you to use me like im nothing
Yet something worth using
Use me so i know im pretty
So i know you need me
So i know you want to use me
You want me
Use me
Sep 29, 2025
Sep 29, 2025 at 7:57 AM UTC
I know what i have
I'm aware it should feel like the moon and stars were hung.
Just for me.
By her.
That doesn't stop my heart from wanting more.
My brain, my sanity, my focus
They've been tied to my heart's hip as it runs
Head first into the cyclone
The cyclone of wanting more
You can't see it
And I want to tell you
I want to look into your diamond eyes as I say,
"Can you hold me a little longer? Please?"
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 7:46 AM UTC
It seems like lately
Its all been pain and frustration
And I realized
That I go to counseling
And I'm told about how toxic
All of my relationships are
And I realize
That I don't know who to love anymore
And I just don't know
If it's worth it to me
To rid myself of poison foods
If it means I'll have to starve.
Jun 27, 2025
Jun 27, 2025 at 3:36 PM UTC
I envy the rain,
for it can touch your pretty face,
trace your lips,
and rest upon your skin
ever so gently,
while I was never allowed
to touch you
as intimately as it does.
Feb 6, 2025
Feb 6, 2025 at 6:51 AM UTC
i think i exist only to love
but never experience,
a pretentious bag of bones like me
will only stir your feelings
—you will wallow in it for some time
and then you will forget about me
like a cup of coffee that has gone cold.
but if i must admit,
it's because i do stunt my own growth:
in life, in love, but strangely enough,
not in death.
an odd number of reasons
aid my tendencies;
they get glued together to form
a paper-maché of well-composed farewells
—a craft i have mastered in my years of longing.
i think i exist only to love,
but never experience—
yet here i am, still longing
until i get a hand to hold.
Jun 19, 2023
Jun 19, 2023 at 8:46 AM UTC