wrestling with the desire

of no one

a surprising feat

knowing my worth

hating that i do

hating that it makes it harder

to just be. close. to someone

anyone

to feel a breath on my neck

a smile on my temple

to know another being

thats knows my innermost thoughts.

that makes me smile.

really, truly make me smile in ways

i thought only i could do

id do anything

to be called clingy

to deny the statement while proving it true

to have intimacy

for the first time

not just crave it

not just fantasize

to feel protected

safe

in another ones arms

to vent and not feel guilty

to share

happy times

and bad times

arguments that spillover into days

but never weeks

because we just like eachother that much