I Just Really Wanna Touch Someone

Not just because I am lonely,

Even though it is scary,

To accept I am running out of emotions,

I chose to be a lone wolf,

Without much admiration for the terms of love.

Out of nowhere, 

The thought was born,

To see you,

Listening to the words,

Which are hanging between lips after the kiss,

Lingering in the private spaces,

Filled with stardust, 

I got drilled with pickup lines.

When proposing the eternal alibi,

Who stood as the filter,

Between you and me,

I threw common sense away.

Then you ran into my hoodie,

To know what poetry is,

Poetry is rain,

Poetry is sex,

Poetry is the smell of ashes in a hall,

Poetry is everything that you know (and things you do not want to know),

With my answers,

I've got you in my kitty, 

But they say you are imaginary.

Still,

Not accumulating the fantasies more,

I decided to touch,

Touch something real,

In this trivial world,

Where there is something sensitive to touch.

Hey babe,

I just really want to touch someone,

Who is real,

Who is not just flesh & blood,

Who can survive my infinite feelings,

With a single touch, 

And reciprocate love,

I just really wanna touch someone,

To get haunted in real!