Needs For The Night

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Lying here - in my feelings.

Wishing that I had someone to tend to

my needs for the night.

Not a parent to tuck me in on this night.

Not someone to wish me a well slumber.

My needs of the night are in the midst of simplicity and intricacy.

I would love the heart of another

to fall into my untouched melanin.

I would love for the softness of someone's words

to be the tranquilizer for my troubled, active mind.

I would love for his arms to be my blanket of warmth,

so that he may permanently satisfy

my yearn for a connection.

Then, he'd release a soft whisper;

or a kiss, perhaps,

to keep me from tossing and turning.

Even if the love had to leave,

I wouldn't mind if that moment would

only last for a short time.

Just a few minutes;

until my heart forgot about her fear,

and my eyes were ready to rest.

Needs for the night?

I know this will only remain a yet-to-be fantasy.

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