I went to look for someone to care for, someone to care for me...
So I walked.
I got lost along the way, bumping into walls, tripping over myself...
So i wandered.
I've had my heart broken so many times, just because I fell into the wrong pair of arms...
So I cried.
I wanted to give up. I'm tired of being hurt. Tired of crying, of being played, being ignored...
So I ran.
I ran and ran but I just got caught up again. And Again. And again.
So I shut down.
I stuck my head between my legs and screamed.
But those hands...
Soft, ever so gentle hands, guided me to my feed.
Who was this... touching me?
A boy? No, a man. Green eyes that beamed at me.
He asked me a question. I didn't hear him.
He swept me up in his arms, confining me in his lap.
This lap is now mine. These hands are now mine. His lips, I later found, are mine. Those eyes are mine. His arms, nose, chest, legs and neck, are all mine!
Doesn't that sound selfish?
He is mine, every inch, every hair. yet in return, I am his.
Every inch, every hair.
