Please bear with me for I have always been
the awkward kid
who chews her words slowly
rather than spitting it out incessantly.
The forever awkward kid who never felt comfortable
within a huge crowd of people,
let alone a huge crowd of strangers,
but always feels safe in your company.
The one who needs to take slow, sure-footed steps
instead of the easy, graceful stride across pavements
just because she's afraid to stumble and fall and that
it would cause a stir that will make people look her way.
I don't need you to come and save me from misery.
I want you here beside me, not because I need you to need me,
but just because I love the feel of your skin against my skin,
and I love how I am with you around.
I don't know how to explain this.
The only reason that I could probably think of
is that you felt like home to me.
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