Arms wrapped around me
warmth, constricting and wonderful
Smile beams at me
comfort, don't ask why
Happiness is found, no more, no less
I like it, he likes it
Not enough.
He doesn't know the depths of my empathy
prisoner of his thoughts
prisoner of my past.
Freedom begins with a kiss
don't ask why, don't prod
never prod.
The appreciation of being lost
the fear of not being found
the beauty of vulnerability
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