Nocturnes
Entry 2
For once, I want to feel cherished.
Seen
Heard
Felt
Bitten
Sniffed
Kissed.
To receive letters of poetry as I would write them to my muses.
To be described.
Like how you are the most annoying person in the world yet the most adorable keep.
To be held.
In every edges of your flaw and found to be perfect.
To be sang.
Like a lullaby in our childhood.
To be understood.
As who you are.
For once, I want to feel what I give when I love.
I want a space where souls are simply lit true to itself, gently warming each other, letting the other shine.
Never disturbed, forced, kindled.
For once, I wish for what I gave but never had.
