Wanted to be held, wanted to be loved.
Wanted to know for certain I was enough.
Wanted to be comforted, wanted to be understood.
Wanted to have assurance of this being used for good.
Wanted to feel fought for, chosen, just wanted to be pursued.
Wanted to know my worth, my place, that my heart wouldn’t be used.
Wanted to know I wasn’t alone, wasn’t abandoned, wasn’t rejected and cast aside.
Wanted to know you heard me, saw the deep layers of pain I longed to hide.
Wanted to know you were with me, never letting go every step of the way.
Wanted to know you’d stand by me, guide me, and pull me close through disarray.