notes dump – poetry / writing

old pieces as I haven't written much of anything for some time.

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Salty like the ocean, I'm tracing your skin

With my fingertips, I touch

I can feel us withering

Was it too much for you to give in,

Or was I not giving enough to what could have been?

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speechless

presence to unnerve,

figments of comfort

mind drawn, a haven to swarm

reality, a cold breeze

uncontrolled, observed

blizzards of diseased

unprepared of discomfort

wordless, unsure

unstable to the touch

and yet,

the mind conserves

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in my dreams, we touched

gentle and strong, a comfort I hadn't known

and I yearned for the touch of you,

but I would not ask that of you

perhaps a coward,

I would not do so.

and yet I yearn,

but feel the guilt of wanting such things

a pure, simple touch

a quiet hug.

and I will wait for that dream, for that touch

for I am much too afraid

much to afraid to ask for a simple touch

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silky smooth like velvet,

tumbling off my tongue

falling out of my mouth,

wide open and hung

vanilla essence stains the floor,

accidental, irreversible

too late to stop the flow,

the liquid seeps in,

it spreads and grows,

and does not shrink with time

shall it never fade?