Nov 2020
the monster under my bed
grasped my hand tight,
for it too,
felt my fear
of loneliness
grasped my hand tight,
for it too,
felt my fear
of loneliness
I am my worst fear after my breakup. Was about to go to sleep when I wanted someone to hold my hands, and I wouldn't mind even if it's the monster under my bed. I miss warmth.
