#aughghhg

Baby, what happened to you to make you so desperate to be held that you'll think of wounds like caresses of matrimony?

Baby, when you say 'yours', do you mean anyone? Will anyone do, as long as they stay? Will you stick it out even if they're not sticking to you?

Malintilde and the trauma of being completely tossed aside from the one home you ever had and knowing not a pillar of it ever thought you worth staying for. Just because you're a lot. Just because every part of you cries, 'I need to be seen! I don't exist if you're not looking at me! Look at me! Don't stop looking at me!'

I bundle you in my arms, my poor baby. My poor baby they put a tear in you and you leak out on everything you touch. You want to be bigger than your skin because it's so thin and you're so small. Your heart barely fits in one hand, it hasn't beat enough to be any bigger.

They hold hands. Trust.