Avoidance
Why can't I
Hug him
In front of his friends
I am warmed
By hugs
Not his
But ones that only matter for a moment
Not ones that keep me up 'till 4am
thinking dreaming craving
Ones that are my jacket
Not my elixir
He is aloof
I am addicted
To a lack of touch
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AngelP
Hello world of poetry! I utilize poetry as an escape from the stresses of my life, but more importantly because I love the way re-reading one of my written poems feels. It's like feeling what's really going on inside my cranium, the talent, the drive, the need to just spill loose thoughts. All of my poems are spontaneous bursts of thought that happen without much consensus to anything else I'm doing at the time. So enjoy and give feedback!
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