I’d just like to be held once, not because you want to, not because you feel it’s only fair or it’s what you should do.
Just because I crave affection, I crave human contact.
I crave your warmth.
I want to fall asleep in your arms and know that when I wake up you’ll still be there.
I’m tired of waking up to an empty bed, of knowing that if I move to the side of the bed you were laying on, it will be cold, leaving me to wonder what time you woke up at and decided this was no longer beneficial for you.
I’m tired of being so easy to leave.
