I have heard that the people who have

dam                                                            ­                   aged
you

are not the people that can help in piecing
you together again.
Yet, for right now, I crave your hands.
Your fingers
          running through
                              my hair.  
Untangled Worries.
Although your fingers are cold and boney,
this is what the feel of love was for me.
For so long.

I am trying my hardest to find a new love
within my own hands.