surrounded by love, but you won't overbear
pathetically feeble and weepy.
you feel like you're just begging them
dont let me go, don't leave me.
who knew that it could feel this way
the loss, the setback, the sting.
they don't tell you grieving in time and as is
is the most ordinary thing.
different for all, but universally true
the feeling transcends the behavior
needing more than a cuddle and more than a friend...
needing a literal savior.
"don't let me go, don't leave my side",
your heart cries out to be held.
don't you wish you deserved it, wish you'd been good?
don't you wish you had never rebelled?