For Him

The core of my affection 

something he will never see. 

I shoved it down beneath 

and I never let it free. 

He must think he is hated 

Because I never acknowledged him. 

But when he is around 

it is so hard to breathe him in. 

Chills went down my spine 

whenever he would touch my skin. 

So he just disappeared 

and oh, how lonely I have been. 

This poem is about: 
Me
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