scratching

i claw for your skin agaist mine . constantly . it hurts in a way i cant describe, i just want you here with me . im pathetic . all i can do is write poems for you while i get the chills of your touch ghosting over me when it really doesnt exist.

i want you in physical

innocent closeness, yes

but i also yearn to

hear you make those sounds again

but in my ear this time

im pathetic, its true

you are too

but im the one begging for mommy

so really who's more pathetic ?

neither

it gives me chills to write this

i have no idea why, im not even cold

or scared

worried that someone will look over

and see my screen

and what im typing

maybe the chills are from

the thought of you reading this

i dont suppose so

but maybe i wont show you this

and sit in solem

im only trying to make sure

i dont get

your jacket wet

not from water

from inside me