You were supposed to be the one to hold me while I cried.
Now you're a forever-forgotten whirlwind around my heart.
Leaving me wounded like a soldier in battle with a spear between my ribs.
You continue to push and twist the blade,
forever holding me in your grasp,
but not in the way I wanted
and not in the way I needed.

I wanted your touch.
I wanted your love.
I needed you to like...