18 Years of God Damn Bullshit: A Memoir

I Don't Need Your Arms Anymore

But I still want them desperately

I still ache for them

Your chest pressed against mine

Sharing blood once again

You were small and frail when I loved you last

And so was I when you loved me first

I think I was stronger to carry you

And I think it was the same for you too

I associate love with taking care of someone