Torn

[Marymic]

thanks for the feedback, it is really helpful. I will rework it

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Eyes whisper longing
while attached hands
shove me further away,
shockingly.
 
How do I know
what to do,
seal off, watertight?
Or reach into the unknown calling?
 
You want something
me doing me being;
treasured habits and comfort ways
are naked me in armor
that bites.
 
I want things too.
To do and be
with you in easy softness,
coming out of the cold shadow
to feel felt,
and frighteningly safe
 
I don’t know how to be
with you