Innocent soul

Each word, each phrase, each chord is a sob from my lost soul that keeps waiting for you.  While I leisurely sank into other lips and gingerly merged into other arms, your presence wildly shot through me like a lancinating lightning reminding me that at this precise moment, you are deeply wraping yourself in another skin.Affliction assaults every millimetre of my body, desolation terrifies me and while the hostile situation invides me, I flee, I look for another contact, one that hurts, almost like remembering your being. Because we are not owned by anyone, how beautiful it is to belong to ourselves. How nice it is to know that if we need to escape, there will always be space within us.

This poem is about: 
Me

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