I’ve grown found of affection, Something which has always been foreign to me.
There’s something that feelings so homely about a pillow with a beating heart….
Blanket that resignates with body heat…
And calm breaths that scream “HOME”
This moment is so precious to me.
Conscious of the energy we feeding the moment
Too tired to sleep
Nurturing warmth between the sheets.
I love being held,
And I’m no longer ashamed to confess that,
I no longer associate my emotional fulfilment with weakness.
Creating memories that refuse to be forgotten beyond the pain caused
I am needy because I’m human and I deserve to be held.