I want to be soft.
I am hard,
Rough,
Cold.
I am guarded,
Behind a solid brick wall,
Built by a need for independence.
"I only need me"
An unconvincing mantra.
Needs are not wants.
I want
To wake up on a Sunday,
And stay in warm arms until noon,
Wrapped tightly around my bare skin,
Because it's no longer rough.
I want to be soft.
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 12:53 AM UTC
I want to be soft.
I am hard,
Rough,
Cold.
I am guarded,
Behind a solid brick wall,
Built by a need for independence.
"I only need me"
An unconvincing mantra.
Needs are not wants.
I want
To wake up on a Sunday,
And stay in warm arms until noon,
Wrapped tightly around my bare skin,
Because it's no longer rough.
I want to be soft.
