When my what-ifs and maybes and why-me's start suffocating me, choking me, my needs are simple. When I take an oozie to my foot and blow a hole in it I'm not sure I can mend, my needs are simple. When the world I made for myself whips me upsidedown and flips my reality insideout, my needs are simple. When my sanity explodes in my face, all I need is one thing.
To be held by you.
I hope my eyes show you these things, because I haven't figured out yet how to say them out loud.
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Liked, and understood. Hope the eyes take the message to it's intended.
R
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