I love affection
There's always someone there to hold me
They turn off the lights and tell me goodnight
They snuggle my side and rub my skin
All my stretch marks all my rolls
Even if I looked different they say they'd still love me
They may read me bedtime stories sometimes
And when I cry they always give the best hugs
They know just what to say
And just how to do it
It's almost as if . . .
They're real.
But at least there's still someone to hold me, right?
Even If their just a simple figment of my imagination
Imagination has no limits
I could come up with anything!
From a giant to a snail
To a friend to a lover
From an enemy to a comrade
However
. . .
There is one limit that not many speak of
And that's
Reality
These characters or real-life people may be there with me but
When I reach out my hand I feel nothing but the sheets on my bed
And the air that surrounds the world
Affection is real
But the people we want to give it to us are NOT
So that's why children cry and hold there stuffed animals
That's why elders hold the hands of ghosts
Or animals continue to howl for the humans they lost long ago
That's why we visit graves and make up songs
That's why we light candles and struggle to sleep all day long
Because there's always someone who keeps us awake
They may not be there
They may not be real
But are heart aches for affection
Humans desire to walk up the stairs to reach happiness
We need love
And it all comes in many different forms
We all need love
However
. . .
Some are still on the run
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poems/qoutes/thoughts
Poetry(made the cover myself) do I look like I fucking know what's going on!? But fr tho grab some popcorn this shit good
