I don’t know who

Or why

But I miss…something?

I think I miss the touch

That I dream and read about

Or maybe

The love that people gave me before

We fell out.

Even if it was fake

I just want

Arms

Holding me.

Tightly.

Close.

Making me feel at home.

Feeling safe.

I’ve never

Felt

Safe.

Or at home.

I want that.