Feel

I can’t remember the last time I touched your face
But I can feel your cheekbones digging into my mind like the feeling of taking a shovel
hollowing out my own grave to lie in
When was the last time I was able to run my fingers through your hair?
Untangling hair is easy, but I haven’t yet found anything
to get out the knots in my stomach
If someone asked me what colour your eyes were, I couldn’t tell them
But I could explain just how it felt when they looked into mine
Like when you look into the sun and are blinded by its immense beauty, so blinded
you can’t see the inevitable damage it inflicts upon every pore
Except I haven’t yet found anything to protect myself from your stare
What if my skin burns before you can feel it again
And how will you feel if you’re too bright that I can’t look anymore?
You might begin to miss the fact that nobody can look at you the way I do
before you even realize I can
And I could tell them how you felt when mine looked into yours
despite the fact that you can’t
Because you don’t know what it’s like to feel something other than your own fear
But I’m not afraid of you anymore, I have no fear
I have some hope you can have, it’s been growing for quite some time
And I may have a little more strength left, although loving you feels like
running to a destination that doesn’t exist
I’m tired of being without you …

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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