The comfort of someone loving me.

That hold that says it’s okay because I’m here.

A gentle kiss upon my hair.

These things I have not given, and I have not received.

At some point, you’ll get that I’m not worth it.

And when that day comes…

It is easier to say goodbye before I let you in.

Can you please leave me here?

And can you hear the words I am too afraid to say?

Selina