Lonely was the language of my heart.
So please forgive me when I don’t know what to say
How to act
Or how to play
I’m not used to being cared for
Or even wanted for that matter.
These feelings of affection & kindness
For I treasure them all too much
Craving them in the dark
Longing for them in the day.
I never thought I wanted this
I can’t think of anything
I’ve ever wanted more