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Importance of Touch
I asked about
Corona bottle
The one you used
To fuck me
3 years plus now
I think, I shall throw it away
Only a token really
Of what you said
And what you gave
Empty but filled
With emotion
A sadness of what
Was and what is.
I am starving
I am woman
I need attention
I need loving
I need love
To be shown love
To be appreciated
To be shown
I am appreciated
You are damaged goods
You are stuck in time
Can't come out
I say, if not now
Then when
Why do you wait?
Why do you hesitate?
Second class citizenship
Is a nowhere land
You were so glad
When I came home
Came to my senses
I made a commitment
To stay with you.
Something I seek
Seems missing still
I am not sure
What to do
Feel am drowning
At times
Can't see above waterline.
Am guilty
To even feel
That maybe, just maybe
I do deserve more
I never ever
Wanted to hurt you
I wanted you
I craved you
I want you
I crave you
I am short lived
Don't deserve much
What matters anyhow?
Just don't understand
How you spend
Hours upon hours
Days upon days
Rubbing inanimate objects
Like an ipad
A phone and the like.
It hurts to realize
An animal deserves
More touch than I.
I'm starving and getting
My 5 to 15 minutes
Of a rub on my warm body...
I should, of course,
Be grateful
But instead, am sad
Left wanting more
I know it's a pain
to touch me
I know it's work.
My poem
"young girl fantasy"
You cannot even fathom
What it means
Your level of interest
In me has always
Been lacking
Afterall, why?
What matters anyhow?
I write from my core
A wall flower to be sure
What makes me tick
Why do I write as I do.
You touch to make
You feel, give to yourself.
All the while
Greater possibilities
Become passersby.
Oh, but you say...
I this, I that
You this, you that
We don't
We won't
Emptiness fills my veins
Runs thru to my heart
Desperate to survive
I'm starving
I die a little more every day.
I hurt when I die
I die because I hurt.
I know you care
I appreciate you care
Please help me
To understand you
To be able to digest
Your reasoning.
Have sent you two
Not a word
Hope to get your attention
If this does not
Touch you deeply, then
I truly have to wonder
My value.
Am going to hit send
Before I don't.
Corona bottle
The one you used
To fuck me
3 years plus now
I think, I shall throw it away
Only a token really
Of what you said
And what you gave
Empty but filled
With emotion
A sadness of what
Was and what is.
I am starving
I am woman
I need attention
I need loving
I need love
To be shown love
To be appreciated
To be shown
I am appreciated
You are damaged goods
You are stuck in time
Can't come out
I say, if not now
Then when
Why do you wait?
Why do you hesitate?
Second class citizenship
Is a nowhere land
You were so glad
When I came home
Came to my senses
I made a commitment
To stay with you.
Something I seek
Seems missing still
I am not sure
What to do
Feel am drowning
At times
Can't see above waterline.
Am guilty
To even feel
That maybe, just maybe
I do deserve more
I never ever
Wanted to hurt you
I wanted you
I craved you
I want you
I crave you
I am short lived
Don't deserve much
What matters anyhow?
Just don't understand
How you spend
Hours upon hours
Days upon days
Rubbing inanimate objects
Like an ipad
A phone and the like.
It hurts to realize
An animal deserves
More touch than I.
I'm starving and getting
My 5 to 15 minutes
Of a rub on my warm body...
I should, of course,
Be grateful
But instead, am sad
Left wanting more
I know it's a pain
to touch me
I know it's work.
My poem
"young girl fantasy"
You cannot even fathom
What it means
Your level of interest
In me has always
Been lacking
Afterall, why?
What matters anyhow?
I write from my core
A wall flower to be sure
What makes me tick
Why do I write as I do.
You touch to make
You feel, give to yourself.
All the while
Greater possibilities
Become passersby.
Oh, but you say...
I this, I that
You this, you that
We don't
We won't
Emptiness fills my veins
Runs thru to my heart
Desperate to survive
I'm starving
I die a little more every day.
I hurt when I die
I die because I hurt.
I know you care
I appreciate you care
Please help me
To understand you
To be able to digest
Your reasoning.
Have sent you two
Not a word
Hope to get your attention
If this does not
Touch you deeply, then
I truly have to wonder
My value.
Am going to hit send
Before I don't.
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