It’s proven that you need 8 hugs a day
That’s all
But some people get a lot less
Leaving them starving for contact
Wishing they had a hand to hold
A person to hug
A set of arms to hold them
Just 8 a day to stay happy
That explains everything

What a ******* year

How is it
That my day is ending
With less people around
Than there were at the beginning?

So many mistakes
From things I did
To people I spent time with
So many mistakes
I wish that I could take back
Yet for every one of those moments,
There are some I’m glad to have had

I wake up
Take the dog
Go to school and see my fabulous friends
We talk and work then after I go see my boyfriend
We all spend time together,
Promising we won’t let one another feel alone
I feel bliss as I feel his arms wrap around me
Nuzzling his face in my neck
I go to kiss him,
And I wake up
It was all a dream
And I realize how alone I am

For 9 years
It’s sat on my desk,
Through a move,
Through winters with windows open
For 9 years,
sitting, watching

Tonight I take it down
Remember the girl who made it
Way back in 3rd grade
I unfold it
For the first time
Scribbled in the wings
She had scrawled a note

I have a crush on you

Nine years,
This declaration has sat on my desk
Watching me
Letting me look back to better times
All the while
Telling me she liked me
On the wings of a sticky note crane