Pieces Of Me [an online journal of sorts]

Entry Ninety-seven: maybe

I think-

I think I just need someone to love me.

To love me--me, the real me, the ugly me--so hard, so fiercely and deeply and wholly, it just explodes out of them.

I want it proven and I want it bursting and leaking, something my heart, mind and hands can wrap around.

Maybe then I'd believe I am someone worth loving.

Maybe then I'd be convinced.

Maybe I'd feel it too.

Maybe.