​I laugh like this ‘cause I’m so afraid of being laughed at;
I smile like this ‘cause I think it looks prettier;
I wear hoodies real big to hide the shape of my body;
I hold my emotions in like this ‘till they explode out of my chest,
And yet,
You, with stories a little bit darker, catch them in your 
Hands, a little bit rougher, and hold me
Tight, a little bit suffocating, until I’m
Okay--
Wait, that’s not enough. 

Just a little bit longer--

Just a little bit more. 

Sometimes I wonder if you’re a little bit bored,
Or a little bit tired,
Or a lotta bit tired,
But you just kiss me and call me “yours.”

Maybe I can laugh normally,
And maybe you’ll think my Donald Duck chuckle is cute.
My gummy smile and my dimple on only one side,
My folds and scars and hair and 
Every single imperfection
Every single stream of tears
Every single mark of life.

With you, will it ever be enough?
One hug?
One loooooong hug?
I mean, a two-- no, three hour hug
One long hug, so secure that you can still feel
The phantom warmth of my arms when I walk away?