Little lost one.

I tell myself it is always okay, I get used to your hand in mine and your kind words. In my mind that is how it will always be. I'm home.

In reality, it can be taken from me just like that. I can't get comfortable. I need to realise that my heart is there for the breaking. It's there, on my sleeve. I've always been one to hide it away, only letting it show to those who matter. But now it's out there for the taking and the breaking. I'm vulnerable in a way I never thought I'd be. 

I'm lost and I want you to look for me. Please look for me. If you don't, I may just be lost forever.