To Be Loved
It's a simple little thing,
But without explanation
The hardest thing we find to do.
We crave it with such immensity
That the first hands to stroke our face,
The first mouth to whisper our name,
And we're gone.
Lost in an endless swirl
Of giggles and messages.
Sweet glances and our heart races.
Then tick tock
Tick tock.
It's midnight.
Now we've stayed up
Till four AM before,
Spilling our souls
To the universe,
To them.
But this time it's rolled around
And now we have no one to roll over to.
No hand to hold,
No glance to get lost in.
Our fairytale has come
To a haltering stop.
So quick and so sudden
It's as if we're thrown
Through a shattering windshield.
Never experienced,
And no time to react,
To understand
That sometimes these things
Just happen.
But because of this first hurt,
This first scary incident,
We hide ourselves.
We protect ourselves.
We triple check our seatbelt,
And even more for cars
That could be lurking,
Waiting till we least expect it.
We are so busy,
So caught up in our minds,
That we never take the time
To realize
Everything has healed.
We're clenching these wounds,
Already fixed with time.
Standing in a safety net
Of our own mind's creation.
Never able to get past,
Even though we stand
Mere inches from the ground.
And through all this
We have yet to notice
That sometimes these things
Just happen.
There's a first for everything,
But that hardly means
Every time after
Will be the same.
To be loved,
It's a simple little thing.
But with our guarded hearts
We forget what it felt like
To be wrapped in anything
But our own mind's blanket.
We convince ourselves
That it'll all hurt,
That it'll all end the same.
But each car, each turn,
Is a new pathway.
Never experienced,
And impossible to repeat.
To be loved,
It's a simple little thing.
We just have to allow our minds
To remember.
To trust.
To know that nothing
Will ever end the same.