Your heart is so genuine but
I feel like you aren't letting it
talk as much as much as it
needs to. I wasn't ready for
the sensitivity training that
comes with knowing your
insides but I like it and I
know I touch you a lot but
that's only because sometimes
I need to remember that I have
you. So please stop burrowing
into your blanket and come
burrow into me instead. I
promise I'm warmer and I
promise I smell better (although
your side of the bed is a
smell I could stay in forever)
and I swear I'll rub those
little circles into your hand
the way you like. Just please
let me be near you.