I want eyes and hands and legs and lips all tangled up and close to me. I want open hearts and open arms and nakedness. I want the unreachable togetherness that’s never been mine.
I want an us to hold onto tightly.
And I want love, but I’m not ready. And I know it.
I see myself for all I am: one scared and stuttering, searching girl. I’m begging for someone to see me too, yet I hide myself instead of reaching out. I’m both here and there. Prepared and unprepared. Oh, I am fake and full of lies. I look but don’t open my eyes to see.
Yet You hold me while no one holds me.
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