Friday, September 11, 2009

young hearts burst open, wounds bleed fresh.

i want to reach out and touch you.
and your skin is warm
and my hands are cold.
only, i don't
because i'm stubborn and
i'm longing for you to pull me closer
hold me
convince me it's okay.
i feel nauseous
my anxiety is overwhelming.
i think i am going to throw up
and cry
and this is never going to end.

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