Don't get it twisted


Tears,
Cascade down my cheeks.
Shedding for the
Desire to be loved.
But feeling undeserving,
because I was loved.
I was loved
and I walked away from it.
I feel like I don't have the right
to cry
to be loved.
Because you loved me.
But I didn't feel the same at the end. 
I miss it,
Not you,
I don't miss you at all.
However, I miss being loved.
The affection.
I miss being greeted with a hug. 
I miss the small kisses placed all over my face.
I miss the cuddling.
I miss the kisses that took my breath away,
that made me feel wanted.
I miss the compliments.
I miss being told that I'm beautiful while my lover's eyes dance down my body.
I miss the surprise hugs from behind while I'm working.
I miss the moments that make me hot under the collar.
I miss being loved,
And all of the glorious things that come with it.
But don't get my words twisted.
For I do not miss you.
I miss being touched by someone I love and who loves me just the same. 
 

Gabby Chisamore

VT

YWP Alumni

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