"I want to be held"
I tell you softly
I cling to the people I love
I long for physical comfort
I yearn for a gentle embrace
Sometimes,
I feel starved of touch
And I crave it
And I become desperate for it
"I want to be held"
I repeat,
meeker, softer,
embarassed, ashamed
You don't reply
You can't reply
You aren't here
And that's what sucks the most
YOU ARE READING
Poems & Short Stories
Short StoryA collections of poems, short stories, and whatever else may fall under those grounds.
