Every time I am feeling bad, I need a cuddle.
I am sorry that I glared at you in the checkout. I needed a cuddle.
I am sorry that I yelled at you for not paying attention. I needed a cuddle.
I am sorry that I didn’t offer you the world today,
I needed a cuddle.
I am sick.
I needed to release.
Tears on your sweater, let me collapse on your heart.
Cry into fetal position,
let them see you beneath the tears, shed your fears~
Why did I not just ask?
Because I did not know.