Poems about holding

I feel the embrace inside my dream.
We're laying there, arms entangled.
Just laying, listening, living.
Sharing the same air, doing nothing at all.
Feeling their heart-beat, they can feel mine.
This is proof of my connection, this is a moment
That I probably wouldn't ever forget.
I felt the embrace inside my dream.
Laying, holding.

I will die in despair
From never having
Held his hand
Or even known him
As the other
Real women
In his life
Held his face,
Kissed his lips,
Embraced him,
Whispered shared pain,
Gave him the blood of days together,
Hours and minutes spent in time.

Holding grudges is what I'm best at.
But it's hardly a grudge
When it affects me when I am naked
With the boy I love.

I want you to watch him fuck me.
I want you to watch as I fuck
The boy I love. Because you couldn't wait
And I never loved you,
No matter how many times I said I did.

I cannot fuck the boy I am in love with
Because you couldn't wait
To fuck the first girl willing
Even though I was your girlfriend
And you were my boyfriend
And we were supposed to spend the summer
Together, until you went to college.

Someday I will let him explore
My body with his.
Thank God I never let you.
You held out for 5 weeks
He's 5 months and going strong.

I attempt to find comfort
In my fascination with death
I need to know there is a reward
For loving you even after you'd left
I lay my head on a cold tombstone
Caressing it lightly I almost feel warmth
I swear i hear your heart beat in my ears
But its only the cause of me holding my breath

Do I exist as the Day before
The serrated edges of brokeness
Distort any resemblance once known
Light dips endlessly into the gaps
Hoping to find a reflection to the surface

Darkness is the suture to the shattered
Weaving together ruined flesh
Inhaling deceit, runs waves of despair
How much can be replaced
Before I am lost in the night.

"Everyone's expecting so much of you"

Crumpling under the pressure I know not what to do

"You'll be the best, we all know it"

Sinking feelings form in my pit

"Come on that's your cue"

Sucking in breath I tap the stage with my shoe

"Sing girl, make them submit"

Opening my lungs my song fills the room, it is a tight fit

"What a lovely coo"

"You have got it girl, you really do"

"Amazing, just keep doing you"

They liked it?

"You are a gift, never quit"

Thank you, Thank you

For lifting my pascal, it is about time I flew

I write with shaking hands,
I'm about to hold yours,
And I can only imagine,
It will feel like holding the universe.

Cyclical consumption stops here, friend,
One second has opened these eyes,
To everything new, to constant change,
And since many could not give her the time of day,

I once met a lady.

She made this heart's pulse fall
Upon eyelids, as she slid in closer
To tell her secrets, burning words to lament
This unforgivably stained memory,
Some use it for revenge,
But others don't have such luxury.

Fear of the Ultimate Rejection,
Became self-absorbed just like everyone else,
Just not as clever or witty.
Constantly referencing the outside,
Determining if it will help me.
In total limbo zones nothing changes
Too drastically, till it's time to leave.
Am I Ready?