I just want to be held. I want someone to be there for me, someone to hold me and tell me that he loves me and is never letting me go.
Does that sound stupid, selfish maybe? I don’t know.
One part of me says that its all that anyone wants, that its only right I should feel this way- it’s natural.
Another, the ever logical and rational part of my subconscious rages against the emotionally distraught, ever romantic, and poetical persona that I fear will be the death of me. The former tells me that I’m young, just verging on eighteen. I’ve got plenty of time yet, and there’s someone, somewhere out there for me.
I scold myself for being so impatient, yet I cry out in my unabating need for love.

My bed is narrow and small, really only room for one. Yet the cool sheets and the lack of a solid, comforting presence at my back sorely reminds me, whatever I may wish, that I am alone
The quietness of the pre-dawn hours impress upon me deeper still the forlorn mood that has settled itself so heavily on my heart. In the hours before in which the dead of night prevails, the enormity of everything that I’ve ever felt, every depressing stage of my life, every raw disappointment I’ve faced, every fleeting, sad moment, weighs down on me like a black curtain.
And I cry. No silent, poetic, tears, these, but sobs that start as a tremor somewhere deep down in my being, and race through my body, leaving me exhausted and gasping for breath at the end. At this point I don’t know whether to laugh at the absurdity of the situation, or to continue with what has been known before as a cleansing release.
For the moment I opt for the latter, all the while thinking how utterly stupid this is, yet feeling somewhere deep down, even though I’ve never been in love, that my heart was being mauled to shreds by my fear. My deepest fear of never having someone there to cradle me in his arms and echo back the whispered words, I love you.

Well, I finished a drawing that I've been working on for some time!(the one that I just put up) it makes me happy when I get something productive done. I think it turned out good, but it wasn't the feeling I was originaly going for, but thats ok, I have another pice in mind that will convay a darker feeling to it than this one. so wish me luck with that!