softly gripped

How to love me?

Where do I start? Don't grip too tight don't pull so hard,

In my life

I'm in charge,

don't push, don't force, don't bite, don't barge

I've looked after many, I've taken care of one

I've been my mother, my father, a daughter a son

Yes, there are still moments my heart wants to run

it had thought there was a signed pact never to be loved

but one day I allowed those thoughts,

those feelings to be shoved and loved back to a pure state on knowing I too am deserving of love, of kisses, hugs...

Yes, set me free, always let me be

but always keep our door open, because how I treasure the thoughts and feelings of loving you back,

to finally pour as well as be poured into

yes I'm always free but I deeply care

so grip softly, that middle balance is how to love me

and to be honest, what do I truly know about how to be loved?

Not much, I didn't grow up seeing how it looks, I know how it feels because how much I love myself, I love myself so very much, i've had other glimpses of it from others, because I am a very loveable soul and deserve to fully and completly be loved the way I love myself, the way my mum loves me, the way my dad loves me, the way my friends love me...

but I don't want that love, I want your love,

so just grip softly and eventually, patiently, i'll surrender to that love.

To your love.

So just grip softly.