Looking For More (6/13/24)

Looking for more...

Looking for more all the time.
I used to hold you in my arms, and they felt so full. You filled up my chest, you filled the space under my arms.
Cushioned
A positive pressure against my body.
Now I could wrap my arms around you three full times and touch my elbows..
You're thin. Squeezed dry.
I mourned for months.
I stopped squeezing, and you're filling out again.
Taking such a beautiful form, but you don't trust my arms anymore, for fear they'll squeeze too tight.
And I keep looking for more from something so fragile.
Something that cannot give me what I want.
Something that needs to breathe so badly.

You're here, and I'm going to be careful with you.
<3 <3 <3