Her.
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I wish she would hold me, tight and warm, like she’s scared to let go, that she would run her fingers through my hair, slow and careful, whispering that I’m safe now, that she would kiss my forehead, then my cheeks, then my lips, and say, “You don’t have to be strong for me,” that she’d wrap her arms around me and press our hearts together until mine slows down, that she’d pull the blanket over both of us and hum something soft, something only meant for me, while her hands trace every place I’ve ever felt unloved, like she knows exactly where it hurts and exactly how to heal it. I wish she would curl up beside me, her leg tangled with mine, her hand flat over my chest like she’s anchoring me to this world, that she’d whisper, “I know you’re tired,” and kiss my temple like it’s sacred, like I’m sacred, that she’d hold me through the silence and sadness, through the parts I don’t know how to explain, and remind me, over and over, “You’re not too much. You’re never too much.” I wish she would stay, even when I’m distant, even when I go quiet, even when I push her away because I’m scared she’ll leave, that she’d love me out loud, completely, unconditionally, even when I can’t love myself.
Please. If you’re reading this, And you know its targeted to you. I love you.
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Please know Im making my own acc and this post will be deleted and I will post it on my acc.
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ok, wasn’t deleted, but will be posted on here again .
