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Anastasia Feb 2020
Press your hands against my skin
Caress
To feel your warmth
I'd die again
You are the ghost
Of a dream
Your hands the touch
What I need
Crave
You.

Move your hands along my spine
Whisper
Feel your breath against mine
To feel alive
Make me please
Feel alive if just one more time
But a dream
Only of
your hands.
you never really existed you were only a dream
Anastasia Feb 2020
Darkness
The clouds—gray
Wind blowing
Hair ruffled up
Heart is pounding
Me—aching, wanting
Something… something…
More
Sunlight.

I breathe in
Exhale
A tear flows
Runs down
Drops from my chin
Didn’t think I’d be back here again
In the darkness
Where there is no light…

                No light at all.
Stop Jan 2020
it’s been so long since i have seen you
we fill the awkward spaces of silence with random talk
or mean stabs, and old memories, or inside jokes we have forged into our deep memory. your promises are honey to ears.
they soothe and fill every crack i’ve had
on my skin, on my heart
every surface is yearning for your touch
like a firework needing the lighter
i cannot control myself around you
you make me an utter chaos of lip biting
of face scratching, of leg bouncing, of nail biting, of fidgeting with my earring
and then you leave so abruptly
there i am, in my bed
protected by a wall of pillows to block out all of the world
blocking out every knock on my door or stomach growl
wanting one thing in the world will not make it come true
wishful thinking will be the death of me
and so i lay here in my fortress of sheets to die
with the thought of you coming through the door on replay.
i crave your voice right now
telling me everything will work out
just say it, baby. just tell me once.
should not i be ready to let go of you
ready to be the independent fire my friends know me as
ready to stop hating myself to the core for not living out what i believe in
ready to stop knowing myself as only a hypocrite.
this hurts because i am constantly stuck
in the middle of the push and the pull
my arms and legs going in different directions
my head and my heart at war
but the rest of me stays stagnant
watching, waiting, listening.
sitting on a step and people watching
watching faces i do not recognize or wish to know walk past
hoping i’ll catch a glimpse of you in one
or hoping you’ll pass by and notice me
so i stay here.
i will stay and i will wait forever for you.
this hurts so bad. you hurt so bad. timing is never on our side.
zane Dec 2019
on my chest
love you with every breath.
it's been tough
you've had enough.
noise so loud
in your mind,
let it out
one tear at a time.
nothing more craved
than to be with you
everyday.
I wish I could help
when all you can do,
is let yourself melt.
lovelywildflower Nov 2019
every morning i wake up, the only thing i crave for is you.
Winter Sparrow Nov 2019
I am no Pirate to you.
I am no thief.
I am to you what you are to me.
Treasure.

A Goddess to I.
A Treasure to thee.
Those Sapphire Eyes;
Can never lie to me.

Forever immortalised in my poetry.
Once a Muse, always a muse.
For a muse doesn't die.
A muse, like a volcano: sleeps.

Seeking to be awakened.
Seeking the Robins to embrace the cold winter.
Seeking the Sparrows to wonder the oceans.
Seeking the Sirens to sing sweet melodies.

A Muse is an un sinkable ship.
Holding tight to its treasure.
Protected by its Goddess.
Drifting slowly along the current.
my heart aches for people ive never met
my heart recognizes what it wants although its never witnessed it before

not everything i crave is from memory
to my future soul mate, the future love of my life, i will never give up my search for you
Mystic Ink Plus Oct 2019
That
Smile
Acts
Like
Detox




*
A
Whole
World
Craves
For
Genre: Micro Verse || Observational
Theme: Voice of the soul
Author’s Note: I am healing while you're a healer. You are healing while I'm a healer. Life in a balance.
mjad Oct 2019
I don't know where to start
Everyone thinks he will break my heart
He's selfish and tall
Just like the rest of them all

But yet he's different
We ****, then we hang
We chill with the gang
He listens when I talk
He let's me tell him when to stop
But yet I find myself craving
A label; something self damning
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