u/seeyoulater-teddy

So fucking lonely all the time.
I only want to be near you, hear you, see you.
But you’re so far away all the time, in every way.

And every time we speak,
you say something new,
and the anger bubbles up,
but I can’t be mad at you.

I don’t have time to be mad at you
because the timer’s already started,
and it’s ticking too quickly
for me to keep up and I’m scared we’re running out of time.

The ticking drives me crazy,
always there at the back of my head:
counting the days till I see you,
counting the days till I see you after,
counting the days that matter to you.

And the clock keeps swallowing me,
one tick at a time.

Yet weirdly,
I hope you face this madness too.

I think maybe I’ve started measuring my life
in the distance between us.

But I think
I wanna live too.

So fucking lonely all the time.
I only want to be near you, hear you, see you.
But you’re so far away all the time, in every way.

And every time we speak,
you say something new,
and the anger bubbles up,
but I can’t be mad at you.

I don’t have time to be mad at you
because the timer’s already started,
and it’s ticking too quickly
for me to keep up and I’m scared we’re running out of time.

The ticking drives me crazy,
always there at the back of my head:
counting the days till I see you,
counting the days till I see you after,
counting the days that matter to you.

And the clock keeps swallowing me,
one tick at a time.

Yet weirdly,
I hope you face this madness too.

I think maybe I’ve started measuring my life
in the distance between us.

But I think
I wanna live too.

https://www.reddit.com/r/Original_Poetry/s/FJyeZnGYym

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/lIoyGgfiY2

NSFW!!

He wants me to become less
centred around him.
To live without thinking of him constantly.

So when I cum,
should I think of someone else?

Should I stop imagining
his hands on me,
his mouth on me,
his voice breaking around my name?

Should I stop hearing him moan for me?
Force another face
against the back of my eyes?
Teach my body a different prayer to sing?

I lie still, thighs pressed together,
breathing through the ache,
trying not to drag him
into the centre of it all again.

But if I don’t think of him,
I never cum.

And maybe that’s the problem.

Maybe I built him into something physical,
a pulse beneath my skin,
a reflex,
a habit my body cannot unlearn.

So should I ask him, again?
Already knowing the answer.
Just to hear him say it clearly this time?
Just to make sure.
That he wanted me too.
As much as I want him.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/W1SVnorvTp

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/HV6sJgxiQX

NSFW!!!

He wants me to become less centred around him.
To live without thinking of him constantly.

So when I cum,
should I think of someone else?

Should I stop imagining;
his hands on me;
his mouth on me;
his voice breaking around my name?

Should I stop hearing him moan for me?
And force another face against the back of my eyes?
Teach my body a different prayer to sing?

I lie still, thighs pressed together,
breathing through the ache,
trying not to drag him
into the centre of it all again.

But if I don’t think of him,
I never cum.

And maybe that’s the problem.

Maybe I built him into something physical,
a pulse beneath my skin,
a reflex,
a habit my body cannot unlearn.

So should I ask him, again?
Already knowing the answer.
Just to hear him say it clearly this time?
Just to make sure.
That he wanted me too.
As much as I want him.

(I’m very very new to Reddit so I’m unsure of how to tag things appropriately so lmk!!)