I miss being held up in warm arms. I miss being kissed while playing in my hair, miss being looked like someone cares. I miss feeling the love of another human being for the person that I am, because as hard we want to be auto-satisfied and independent, I need others to remember me this kind of love we can't create on our own. I miss falling asleep and waking up to the same face, love. I do need a boy in my life. I need someone to tell me I look great even if I had a terrible day and with whom I can just listen to music and cuddle to make my day better. These days, I am exhausted, I feel like crying and sleeping 24/24h, and everyone seems around me to couple up. I feel left alone and unseen by boys.
I miss being loved in a loving way, not in a friend or family love.
VOUS LISEZ
•My own wrecked mind•
Poésie~Des fois ça va, d'autres non.~ Pensées quotidiennes, remises en doute. Poèmes, textes. Ce qui dompte mes pensées sauvages, les retiens en cage. Peu importe la langue, anglais, français, misère, douleur, apaisement ou bonheur.
