Nobody cares to ask me what I need—
Not even me.
So, what do I truly need?
I need a warm pair of hands embracing me,
A gentle, nursing heart consoling me,
Tender lips softly kissing me,
A pure soul quietly hugging me,
A sweet somebody simply loving me.
Is that it?
Is that too much to ask?
Is that all I need?
I need someone who understands me,
Who trusts me, acknowledges me,
Doesn't shy away from my vulnerability.
Someone to whom I owe no explanations—
Who respects me just the way I am:
Weak, uncertain, and broken.
In short, what I really need,
Is to be held by someone,
To be protected and sheltered,
Without the urge to repair me or fix me—
Someone to hold me dearly and lovingly.