I don’t think
I ever wanted out
I just wanted someone to crawl in
bare knees on my broken parts
bleedin hands
and no fuckin demands
just the will to stay
in the wreckage
without askin me to move
I wanted someone
to kiss my bruises
and not try to name them
not try to cover them in hope
but to just touch them gently
and say
yeah
I love these too
I didn’t wanna be fixed
I already know how
to hold myself together
just enough to pass
I’ve made friends
with the chaos
I just needed someone
who could sit with me
and not go quiet
when the noise gets too loud
I didn’t wanna be saved from myself
I wanted someone to wanna stay
who would look at me
with their eyes opened wide
and stare right at my mess without flinchin
when they say my names
I just wanted someone
to wanna survive me








I love the kiss, the bruises, and not naming them. Also, how do you not want to be fixed? When people want to fix you. Powerful piece.
thanks fia. glad ya liked it.
Powerfully penned, Ambjr. A very introspective piece my friend, a very authentic write. Appreciate you.
Damian
appreciate it
May I print this?
You just articulated what my heart, my soul, my core, everything that has ever been inside me needed to say.
yeah. that’s fine. glad it spoke to you.
Thank you.
It truly did.
That is the holy grail right there. So resonates…
yeah? damn. glad it hits. thank you.