KD DeFehr

Sometimes I wonder if I could spend my whole life in a story and never feel as though I’ve missed a single thing.


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Empty

Every inch of me

is craving you

And it’s lonely in here

In my bones

In my blood

In my organs

It’s empty

in the pit of my stomach

when your arms aren’t around me

Surrounding my body

I wish it was yours I could feel

warm and smooth

so alive, so real

But there’s only dead space

between me and the wall

I brought an extra pillow for comfort

but it doesn’t breathe at all

and it doesn’t hug back

I have a longing

for your touch

for your kiss

that adds a whole new meaning

to the feeling I’ve known as “to miss”

Laying in the dark

when my fingers graze the sheets

I wish it was skin I was was feeling

someone with a heart beat

Sometimes I open my eyes

in the dead of the night

and expect to feel you moving

your face lit with moonlight

I want you to kiss me

on my shoulders

on my neck

whisper that you love me

as if I could ever forget

But for all these nights

it’s just me

and the place between my arms

is feeling way too empty

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