I didn’t ask for this.
For your hands around my waist
Lips on my cheek.
Head on my chest.
I didn’t ask for you.
For diesel and grease and oil.
Nights full of stars.
Hikes and cars, roads.
I didn’t ask for the good things.
For the smiles and the hugs.
Six hour long conversations.
The way you put me to sleep.
I didn’t ask for the pain.
For death sticks for breakfast.
Days in bed.
Pain that consumes my heart.
I didn’t ask for this.
But now I ask you to stay.
I didn’t ask for you.
But I don’t want to know life without you.
I didn’t ask for the pain.
But I embrace because you.
I didn’t ask for this.
I do, now.
Please.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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