Friday, December 10, 2021

I wonder who's arms I would run and fall into if I was drunk in a room full of everyone I've ever loved.
Its an interesting question. And I really don't know how to answer it.
I know who's arms I'd run to if I wanted to feel desired.
Whos arms Id run to if I wanted one last hug.
Whos arms id run to because I missed them.
But the arms in which I feel safe? Protected? Happy? 
The arms that could hold together all the broken pieces of my soul.
To hold me in

And the saddest answer of all is that I'm not sure id run to any of them.
If I could, they wouldn't be my past, they'd be my present. And maybe he's still out there. Maybe he's my future.