touch me— not softly, but enough to leave a mark, so i know my skin remembers how to feel. these days, i forget where i end and the world begins, and i need the reminder that i am still here, still whole, still moving through space like i matter. hold me— tight, as though you fear i’ll disappear without warning, because some days, i think i might. i’ve grown thin in the places where i once held myself together. i’ve learned how to smile without meaning, to laugh without the sound reaching my chest. so touch me, like your hands are the glue that binds the pieces i’ve lost along the way. let me know my bones haven’t turned to dust and my heart still knows how to beat. i’m not asking for permanence— just a reminder that i still take up space. and break me— not gently, but enough so i know i’ve changed. i need the fracture to show me i can heal differently this time, grow into something new. i’m tired of wearing the same skin, tired of being the same name spoken in the same way. let the cracks run deep, because maybe that’s where the light will seep in, filling the hollow places i’ve carried for so long. maybe breaking isn’t the end, but the beginning of something i’ve yet to understand. touch me so i know i’m still here, break me so i know i’ve changed— and in between, i’ll learn how to be whole again.
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"hold me—
tight, as though you fear
i’ll disappear without warning,
because some days, i think i might."
This is such a beautiful piece, I can feel the longing through your words. I love this so so much
"i’m not asking for permanence— just a reminder that i still take up space. " don't know why i teared up but i did. your writings....god i love them.