untitled
I've been starved
stripped of my clothes
stripped of touch
the air from my throat
nothing more to clutch
and my body aches for your love
that has been stripped from me too
my heart yearns for what's above
you miss me, don't you?
touched-starved doesn't accurately describe how much I miss being physical with other people. I've been gentle for so long and I'm getting tired. patiently waiting to have someone be gentle with me in return. being at home comes at a cost and my body is feeling the heaviness. no one is gentle with me here in the way that I need it. but maybe no one will be no matter where I go
writing things even if they're shitty cause who tf cares!