What I Want, But Can't Have

What I Want, But Can't Have

A Poem by Emo_Cat
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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

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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.



© 2017 Emo_Cat



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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.


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

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Emo_Cat
Emo_Cat

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