I really need you,

though I very rarely say it.

Some days I’m so alone,

isolated in my skull,

peering out

through Perspex eyes

into plastic lives.

I long to be held,

to hold, to be told

that I’m ok,

that I’m fine this way.

I need your love,

like I need to love you,

to be real in your arms

if only for a time.

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