Gentle Hands

I'm a child when it comes to love. I show it in obnoxious ways.

and when I feel like it's being taken away from me, I grab onto it and hold my grip on it so tight, like when my mother used to take away the things that weren't mine, and I'd say,

"But I want it."

not realizing that what isn't mine isn't meant to be held by my jittering hands.

Like a child I'm impatient, I want love and I want it now.

When I do find it, I rush to hide it for fear of it being taken away, and when someone stares a little too long I want to yell at them to keep their eyes or hands off of what's mine. And just like my toys, my love speaks words that sound so intriguing, making it impossible for others to walk away. He can't help it; it's how he was built.

However, he doesn't understand that the things that attract me the most to him, are the same traits that cause my insecurities.

so when others ask to play, I grab onto him and force him to stay. What my childlike mine doesn't understand is that my toy is tired of me, and that all he hopes and dreams of is finding a new owner. I've been too possessive. Our love isn't fun anymore.