My mom always said
You can't rely on another person.
You have to love yourself
Before you can love someone else.
But the hard part is
You get addicted.
To the touches
The kisses
The cuddles
You say you're over it
But you crave the relationship.
It was broken and
A bit ****** up
But at least you weren't alone
At least you could text someone
In the middle of the night
When you felt shattered
Or when the cravings got too much
You had someone who'd hold you.