You say you want to be loved,
Desired voraciously,
To be held when you're sad,
To hear kind words, even when you’re a mess.

But at love's first touch, you turn away,
You doubt the words when they're said to you,
You build walls when sadness beckons.

And when love leaves, you ache,
You cry for its return,
Swearing this time will be different,
Yet when it comes, you fall again,
In the same endless cycle.

© midnightwinewithj