take from me

all you want -

use me

as you need.

i wont question

your love for me -

as long as i feel wanted

as long as i feel needed.

the cloth you cut for me

doesnt quite

hug my curves

"am i lacking?"

the cloth you cut for me

is a tad

too tight

"am i too much?"

i will take apart

and remake myself -

reshape myself

to fit your standards;

to fit your love -

if it means you will

notice me -

if it means you will

look at me.

the blood in my veins

no longer pumps

for me.

my heart beats to

the rhythm

of others;

so they wont feel alone -

so i dont feel alone.

we are all

searching

for a safe place

to call home.

a place that is comfortable -

a place that is warm.

but people

are not places.

and people

are not homes.

•••

"Sure, I'm afraid of what might lead to my death: car accidents, plane crashes, drowning. But, I'm more afraid of what won't kill me: people dying, people leaving, the silences that seem to never end. It's the idea of having to live through something that scares me, not the end itself."

- OB.

(viawedrivearoundandshedrivesuswild)