desperate for love
Category: Poems
Current mood:  loved

the worst thing about growing up in a home with a lack of a parental figure is that I never know when I'm being too much.
i cling to others in attempt to receive the love I have not gotten in so long my brain cannot fathom a time when i was loved once before.
my mother thought money was equivalent to love, so every once in a while, i was showered with fresh clothes. 
but that was never enough.
the men i talked to on the internet were never enough. 
the friends and boys i snuck into my room were never enough. 
i was so lonely. 
but then i found you.
you took my heart that was cracked from being dropped one too many times.
you held it in your hand and you cared for it.
and now it's healing. 
i never knew someone could possibly show me how love really worked until now.