Calling out to him

You smell sweet

like something i want to touch

I see you, they don't

but you don't understand that.

I wish you did

you are warm and rosy in my thoughts

i will be very honest here,

you turn me on.

I want you

No, need you

But

having you,

impossible.

As I call out to you

you can't hear.

Only my keyboard can.

And it doesn't want to.

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741