Why do people seem to see themselves as puzzle pieces Waiting to be fitted into the edges and curves Trying to find the right one to sit with Touching, to see if somehow they deserve To be ruled by someone else To be under their protection Yet still searching if they are worthy of love And care And belongingness And pain.
"What would it be like to be held in those arms again?"
07/11/17 im trying to sleep but the sheets aren't warm enough.