I hurt.

I hurt, to the bone.

I crave and yearn to be held. To be enveloped in arms that want me.

Me. For me. Not for who I’m not. Not for who I could be. Me.

I ache, to be wanted. I need to feel loved and be breathed in. I am not,

Hurt.

Jax ©

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