strong, protecting
wrapped around my soul
my ribs and my delicate heart
why do i want them to be strong?
as if my own strength wasn’t enough
why do i need them to be someone else’s?
as if i couldn’t protect myself
why do i need them to tell me i am delicate?
when all i want to be is unbreakable
my skin tingles with the heat
long after the arms have left
like scars that fade slowly with time
bitter reminders of longing
for something i didn’t want
didn’t need
don’t have
as if my own depth and shadow wasn’t enough
to keep me company
to keep me warm
