I want to be held,
But touch makes my skin crawl.
I want to be held,
But the thought makes me cold.
How can I feel both?
The need and such fear?
That wraps itself around me,
Brings me to tears.
I can see all I want,
So far out of reach.
Like pebbles underneath the sand,
Protected by the beach.
Smooth to the touch,
Almost round in design,
The pebbles on the beach,
The dreams of my mind.