Symptoms Poem by Brittany Something

Symptoms



The hairs on my arms
stand straight up
when your voice breathes
sweet nothings
next to my neck

My heart pounds
faster
when your hand
carresses mine
in one simple gesture

My mind races
thoughts of insanity
when your lips
come closer
to mine

My hand reaches
for you
when i realize
there is nothing
there
to hold on to.

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