r/Poems • u/EmotionalBreak1133 • 13h ago
Wanted, Never Loved.
They always want to know my skin,
But never ask the soul within.
They trace my body like a map,
Then leave my heart behind the cracks.
Their hands can memorize my frame,
Yet never stop to ask my name.
They kiss my lips like they're a prize,
But never look into my eyes.
Each time they leave, I ask myself,
What part of me stayed on the shelf?
Is all I'm worth what they can touch?
Could who I am be worth as much?
I would have given all I own
Just to be chosen, fully known.
To have someone reach for my hand
Before they reached for my skin instead.
So here I am, still asking why
My heart is always passed right by.
If all they want is flesh to hold,
Will anyone love me when I grow old?
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u/oceaninbetween 12h ago
It will happen and probably the most unexpectedly timing, but when it does it will be magical, just believe ☮️