"I Don鈥檛 Want To Be Touched Again & Other Poems" by Elizabeth Salvatori
I could hear the plea
Not for help,
Just for someone to love her
Not for someone to need her
But for someone to want her
Tears filled my eyes
I wanted to scream how much I care about you
You aren't supposed to feel this way
I thought being an adult changed people鈥檚 feelings
But I鈥檓 learning that is not the case
You shouldn't feel like you have to do anything
Please understand me when I say that your life should be your
Choice and yours alone
An underwhelming current dragged you,
Kicking but not screaming
Pretending you were fine
But never saying it was.
I know I am a younger than you
But I need you to listen to me
When I say that those tears will always be okay
I know you don鈥檛 believe me
But I understand those tears
They aren't the first shed in your honor
And I鈥檓 not sure they will be the last.
I need you to listen to me when I hold your hand
When I cant formulate the words to tell you that I love you;
That I want you
And maybe its not the kind you are looking for
But maybe
Just maybe
It can be enough to tide you over
Until you can learn to love yourself
To want yourself
I promise you,
There will come a day
When you can stop pretending
And you will wake up
And you will be more than okay.
You will be the only one choosing your life,
And the only tears you will shed
Are the ones from laughing too hard
"Poppies and Citrus Tea" by Elizabeth Salvatori
Just like poppies
she stands open
so the sun can hit her body
just right
Hallucinations, dreams of a wild variety
she leaves an imprint on your soul
for days at a time
changing your perspective on
life, some say,
false information,
twisted into something appealing.
But just as a citrus tea refreshes
those who drink it,
she brings a new kind of feeling
to the fog neatly seated in your brain