What I Want, But Can't Have

This is something very personal to me, as is all of my poems. This poem in particular I wrote about a year ago, when I had a bad break up

Touch me with your hand, my dear,

Pull me close , against your chest.

Hold me in your arms, my dear,

Your heart beat, giving me rest.

Let my hands, my dear, caress your skin,

Feeling your warmth, my dear,

The warmth within.

Let me lie curled, my dear,

Your back, touching mine.

I don’t can’t just your heart.

I want your flesh, your skin,

and blood, and bones, your voice,

your thoughts, your pulse, and most

Of all, your fingertips, everywhere.

I used to believe that love should

feel like a storm, passionate,

raw and raging.  But so many storms

have come and left her more broken

than before.  Now, she looks for a

Love that feels like the night after

the storm is over.

Or else she may be whisked away,

by the distant memory of what she lost.

Reviews

[Jade]

I used to believe that love should
feel like a storm, passionate,
raw and raging. But so many storms
have come and left her more broken
than before.

Such strong words here, i could see this as the base of your poem and you built up around it, awesome write

[ElizaB]

Thank you for entering my competition.

I feel a lot of love from your words and for somebody so young I sense you have already experienced loss.

This line in particular held my attention:
Now, she looks for a
Love that feels like the night after
the storm is over.

There is such longing on your poem that it makes me hope that everyone can find somebody they feel that way about, even if its only brief.

[Airabella]

So much emotion in this poem. I really felt like i could see it. This is really good.

[jaywolf1738]

I like this poem. I can relate to the feeling of sleeping after a storm.