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?