Sometimes
Sometimes I like to imagine for a moment that I am truly loved. Easily digestible. Regarded with softness and kindness. Viewed as proper lady, not just a genderless space blob. All ranges of emotions are embraced, not shunned. Presence is craved, expected, and yearned for regardless of theme, venue, or purpose. Sometimes I like to imagine for a moment that I am truly loved. Endlessly desireable. Wanted for my presence not needed because of what I could provide. Decidedly not taken for granted. Seen as a woman with her juxtapositions of strength, wisdom, weaknesses, endless wits, weird weird quirks, and nerdy hyperfixations. Allowed to expand and realise her potentials, not just constantly reminded of how far she could go. Constantly supported and vindicted. Not known for her almosts . Sometimes I like to imagine for a moment that I am truly loved when I know I am far from love . When I know I am far from receiving it. When the pressure of its heavy absence ...