I want to hold someone tight

not because of requited love

to fill the gaps, but

to distract my dismay

need to place my pain in a pot

not knowing what will grow,

any shade of green

to cover my shade of blue

rather share my emotions

than learn to control them,

easier knowing where they are placed

than worrying where they may lead

assuming others thoughts

before acknowledging my own,

creating connections through sociotropy,

believing its easier to walk in other’s shoes

when I can’t stand in my own