I really can’t picture anyone at all having a crush on me. I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.

Ouch.

I have lost myself again. 

Lost myself, and I am nowhere to be found.

Yeah, I think that I might break. 

I’ve lost myself again and I feel unsafe

Be my friend 

Hold me.

Wrap me up.

Unfold me. 

I am small.

And needy. 

Warm me up.

And breathe me.