I can feel my blood thrumbing in my head
I can feel the cut above my brow
I can feel the energy in my fingertips, as they shake as I write
I can feel the angst in my feet, itching me closer to you
I can feel the twitch in my eye; I think they are waiting for you to bolt
I can feel my lungs relax and contract with every breath
I can feel your name tracing every single vein
Each line travels you back to my heart, right where you belong
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The name I whispered
between punches
and prayers
and promises I couldn’t keep
Every whisper of your name
A reminder of how you’ll never be mine
A reminder that I crave you
I can feel my stomach twist in my ribcage; it tightens around nothing
I can feel the looseness of my pants; my belt is tighter
I think I am starving
Hello! My name is Ally Marie. I write poetry to help me cope as well as express emotions I would rather keep hidden from prying eyes.
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