I turn to you,
your arms wrap around me and suddenly all of my problems melt away.
You torture me and yet you don’t even know.
When I am with you, I am on drugs.
I fly in the sky with the kites.
I cannot think of anything else.
Your arms around me,
my face finds that spot that seems to be made just for me.
Right by your neck, where it is so warm and it is all mine.
The smell that comes off your neck when I breathe in deeply makes my eyes roll to the back of my head.
All of my senses heighten.
I try to take you all in,
with that one simple hug.
That one hug melts away all the sadness that goes through me,
from the separation that as long ensued to toy with my emotions.
Those countless nights where many tears are born on my cheek.
They free fall down towards the ground, ending their life like I cannot.
The salty wetness that symbolizes so much,
the silence of every night.
One simple hug melts away all memories of these events,
one phone call,
one heart felt conversation.
Why have these seemed to be so far and few of recent?
Why have there been more tears falling to their death than needed be?
Why is there so much space?
Am I simply going out of my mind?
Has time really passed?
Why is it that time seems to slow down now that I am closer to the one who makes my everything feel better?
He truly is my drug,
and I am a junkie.
I crave attention and I have been cut off.
What am I to do?
Lost in a world where everything seems so cold,
where everything seems to be going against the stream,
all I’m craving is that hug,
is that phone call,
is that heart felt conversation.
I am a junkie who needs to be satisfied.
I need the harsh realities of the world to be left un-thought of.
I am in need of that warm hug that will make the sun shine brighter,
make the day seem warmer,
make the nights seem shorter.
Why do I feel this way?
In this cold world,
all I need is a hug.
-Denise Bellissimo
