Loved

Here we go, another one came.

I've been feeling lonely,

lately.

I'm not used to all of this anymore.

I used to be loved like this.

But it stopped because I left.

I didn't mean to leave--

but I did--

and I haven't been loved since.

Not like this.

It takes me a minute, but I get used to it.

I finally dive in, and blissfully float

in this new wave of affection.

It's so much, so overwhelming.

I love it--

I am loved.

Time goes on,

it starts to dry up, confusing me.

I start begging more, so desperate.

It's the last thing I want,

but how this is gonna end up.

It's pulling away.

He's pulling away.

I'm too much for him, too needy.

I'm scrambling, it's crumbling.

I need to breathe, close my eyes, think.

Focus--

pause--

wait.

I'll try it.

I watch myself, regulate my movements.

It feels like I'm pulling away now.

It hurts, I miss more than all of it

I now miss him, so much more.

But,

he hugs me.

It's different.

I close my eyes and soak in this feeling--

I haven't felt it since I first met him--

it's so much, so overwhelming.

I love it--

I love him--

I am loved.