I ache in places I
Thought had mended
I have built my
World of pleasure
Upon your hands
In a state of love and
Yearning
To be loved
just like I love
(Too much)
To be cared for
just like I care
(Too much)

I tip toe back and
Forth across your
Shaky palms
Wondering just when
It was that I became
So heavy

And it hurts so much
To be this much
Yet still feel so
Fucking small


-i.j.