I want...
to be loved.
Not a single piece at a time but all at once.
From the tips of my toes as I dig them into the bathroom rug-
unable to catch my breath,
to the top of my head,
tangled in a mess
because I couldn’t bring myself to run a comb through the threads of the mane
that I call hair.
...to feel warm.
To feel fulfilled;
at every moment of my life,
every second of existence.
But...fuck,
that’s so much to ask for!
When suddenly you’re asking another being,
another soul-
To be that warmth,
to be that fulfillment,
that we call love.
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