Simultaneously pressured with restrictive emotions,
alongside a mind fog of emptiness.
A longing to be caressed to restore self-worth,
held in the mould of their arms:
symbolic that you’re their world.
Eyes interlocked feeling whole for a fleeting moment
before negatively pondering every aspect over lukewarm tea.
Days wither by, the careness for them intensifies
despite the recurrence of confusion.
Mind in a muddle, forcing all to be misconstrued.
Yet they’re the cure for returning you to you.