Forget my previous poem
No contact sucks
I want contact
And a heart that is loved
And new flesh fantasies
And new memories
And I want contact
Right here right now
With you
Forget my previous poem
No contact sucks
I want contact
And a heart that is loved
And new flesh fantasies
And new memories
And I want contact
Right here right now
With you
A space to heal
Allows my heart
To bleed in private
My thoughts to roam unhindered
My flesh to fantasize from afar
My memory to remember
Why I sought no contact
In the first place
Block him.
And keep him blocked.
No contact.