When you grow up without physical affection,
A part of you automatically repels away from every hug you receive,
When someone holds your hand,
you are scared of when they might leave ,
When they rest on your shoulders,
You stop breathing cause you don't want to awake them,
When they call you beautiful,
You don't believe
Cause that's a word no one ever told you,
But you didn't know you deserved love too,
You always capture moments,
Secretly hoping someday someone would capture you too,
You crave for hugs ,
But when you get them all you do is a gentle pat to let go now ..
when a person is not used to physical affection
Their inner child is dead
Yet alive ,
With hopes of being loved one day the way they want to ...

© Alora