HAPPY DAZE

I feel broken inside. My outer skin containing thousands of broken pieces, damaged goods, forever on the shelf because nobody wants a broken body. I'd do anything to be held right now, to have someone hold me in their arms and make me feel safe like 'he' used to. A hug so tight all I could feel was his support, safe from the outside world, knowing I meant something to someone. No-one has held me like that since he did. Might as well be a lifetime ago as the memory of it is forever fading. I remember his warmth and his concern and him holding me so tightly I thought he'd never let go. He really meant it, it felt like he really wanted to protect me. I'd never felt so loved as I did that night, even though it was our last.