A Hug Can Be Expensive

A hug can be expensive

But

Really it is cheap

I mean it's easy to embrace someone, anyone, a loved one

But you can't just hug everyone

Cause not everyone is ready for that hug that leaves you with warmth, a hug that is more than just two beings wrapping their arms around one another.

A hug that Mae's you feel protected & safe, a hug that is sensual and makes you feel wanted.

These are all expensive

Why you ask?

A hug is time, time I have taken to decipher, whether I can trust you in my personal space... Space to be torn open by arms that might never hold me again.

A hug is something I open my heart to, cause feeling safe, protected, love, warmth and wanted.. Was maybe never on my agenda.

A hug is like an imprint on your soul, cause you will forever remember the embrace that once enfolded in your arms.

So I ask you.

Will you hug me?

So that all of the above can unfold....

This

I agree I miss my dad

Eczema

The itch I have, yet can not scratch

For if I scratch the itch

It will lead to a series of uncontrollable scratching

Allowing me to glitch and open wounds

With no cognizant mind....

That I'm actually hurting myself

Followed by self-loathing as to why did I just do that

Opening wounds after would all to satisfy the 10min bliss of a

Itch..

That wanted to be scratched.

Similar to sex... That most can't deny...

They wonder why did I just do that.?

Cause 10minutes of bliss can fill the void of a father that left for bread and milk and...

His still coming back..

10minutes can make an empty vessel feel whole

10minutes of destruction could help uncover a foundation

10minutes does help a hole feel whole but 10min.

Is all I have to allow myself to self inflict and further no more

Cause 10minutes is all I have look over myself and clean my wounds.

10minutes is what he said it would it take..

For him to come home

10minutes is all I get to scratch the itch I got..

#poetry #creativewriting

Vivid dreams that make you want to scream...

There's a little girl..she mimics my temperament,

I find some sentiment in the Inner me thats still with me.

And here I thought I'm like I tree and you've left me,I've left you to be free.

Afraid of the change,little girl I won't abandoned you like a wicked mage..and you bound to the cage of your childhood trauma

Magic drew me and then threw me when somewhere In my spirit you said let me go

let go..

A shadow form..in reality I'm in a heat storm.

Night sweats pull me close in this realm where you a ghost..haunted stained and I wake up with the pain..that I haven't let you go..

So as I dream may you know I'm with you..holding your hand.

Altho it's just a dream

May it be serene.

A melanin Muse.

Skin so edible like peaches

So many curves that help teach you to reach not only to use..

Yes be your muse

#art #poetry #beauty #melanin #muse