( * ░ &&. –– hurricane

Pull me close, until I’m right up against you, and then closer still.

You have me. Until every last star in the galaxy dies. You have me.

You fear inadequacy. You crave the words, ‘you are enough for me.’

I want to sleep with you. Or next to you. It doesn’t matter. I just want to lay in your bed together and talk and laugh about silly things and personal thoughts. I just want to be with you.

Kiss me until I forget how terrified I am of everything wrong with my life.

Or maybe home is just two arms wrapped around you when you’re at your worst.

I crave physical affection. I crave skin on skin. play with my hair, hold my hand, touch me, kiss me. I crave you.

I’m scared I won’t be anything like the image you have of me in your head.