A Tangle of Hurt and Happiness - A collection of poetry

Touch

Sometimes I want to be held.
But then I remember how it felt
To be pulled against someone's chest, arms wrapped around me like a belt.
I wished I could disappear, that I could melt.

I don't like it when you touch me like that.
I know it's pretty sad.
Somehow I always manage to make you mad.
I'd do anything to change it up and instead make you glad.

Sometimes I just want a hug.
It helps to think that'll ease the weight I lug.
Would that truly be enough,
To lift the weight of this burden that I call love?

It's nice to think about,
But the act itself makes me want to shout.
Try as I might, I can't change the way my mind is routed.
People like you are the kinds I don't want to be around.

Sometimes I want to be kissed.
I think it'll tell me that I've been missed.
But then I recall my list
Of reasons why I never liked this.

You're a touchy person,
You like the kind of hugs to which I have an aversion.
I like hugs too, just my own version.
Whatever you're looking for in me, can you please stop searching?

Sometimes often feels like all the time.
I wanted that warm feeling to be mine.
But it slipped away when I was too young to grasp that saving line.
I drowned in an ocean of my own bitter lines.