
I want you.
I’ve felt your lips.
I want you.
I’ve held your hand.
I want you.
Your face in my palms.
I want you — again.
I don’t know when our affection took
such a wrong turn,
such a wrong direction
I mean, I can still taste your tongue
down my throat, your hands on
the back of my neck,
my arousal growing —
your touch making me such a wreck.
I don’t know what happened.
What turned secret elevator kisses
into sleeping in separate beds?
What crept inside your head
to make such a strong desire dead?
I would have followed you
wherever you led.
I don’t know when
Seni Seviyorum
turned into
Beni yalnız bırakın.
I thought our love was working.
I still see the sparkle your eyes once had
burned into my mind —but you seem
to have left those feelings behind.
I want you.
I miss your lips.
I want you.
I miss your hands.
I want you.
I miss your face.
Come back to me.
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And the music:
Thanks for listening/reading! -Sam
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
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Very well written. Keep up the good work!
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Comments (7)
Wow ! Felt the sadness in your tone. A lovely heartbreaking poem.
Sam you are so amazing. I wish I could be as descriptive as you when I am writing. YOU ARE AWESOME!!!!!!!!
I can feel your pain, Sam. Nicely expressed, even if it's sad. I couldn't get the sad part to work, but that's probably me.
This is heartbreaking, it captures the ache of love slipping away so beautifully.
💜🩷💜🩷
Very heartfelt and honest Sam. Great job.
such a heart warming piece