Sometimes, the urge to hold you gets so strong that my hands ache with pain. I want to pull you into me, and wrap my arms around you. I want to breath into your hair as everything else falls apart around us. I could care less about the destruction of the earth as it crumbles, than I care about you. I want to protect you. I know it sounds ironic, because you know me well enough to know that everything I touch ends up dead. But not you. No, you won't die. I won't let you. I'll protect you. I'll protect you from the bad, the vile, the toxic. I'll protect you from your fears and your enemies and your tragedies. But most of all, I'll protect you from yourself. I'll kiss your scars and make the pain bearable. I know you're strong. You're stronger than I'll ever be, but we're both human, and we're fragile at times. So, when you feel like you're going to shatter, find me. I'll let you crawl into my arms and I'll hold you until the worst is over. We don't need to talk. You don't need to explain. I know. I understand that you need time to think it over. You'll tell me when you're ready. But I'll hold you till then. I'll hold you tight. I'll hold you even if you break. I'll hold you so that your broken pieces don't fall apart.
- S.M.
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Acedia
Poetry[ A c e d i a : ennui ; state of torpor or listlessness ; spiritual apathy ] Poetry attempts / Random thoughts / Musings (P.S. I'm not very good at this, don't expect too much. Thanks)
