The Right Way
Hold me,
Like I'm Hayley's comet
You'll see after three quarters of a century.
Like I'm the only sun there ever was
And you need me to exist.
I wanna be embraced like losing me
Feels like losing yourself,
And having me is like
Having a billion wishes come true.
I don't want to be saved,
I just want to be cherished
Like I'm the most precious gift
You found at an Antique store-
Hell, you want to own a piece
Of all that I have to offer.
If you want to love me,
I'll let you- only if
My presence matters to you more than life itself,
And my touch is the oasis to all your deserts.
Hold me,
Like I'm the best cheesecake you've ever had,
And you just can't have enough of me;
Like I'm your only shot
At going back in time and forwards
To right all wrongs, so
You can breathe in the present.
Feel me, like losing me is the same as
Someone ripping your chest
And taking your heart right out,
And hurting me feels like
Infinite shards of glass
Piercing the insides of your lungs.
Hold me the way I wanna be held-
Like I'm your last breath-
Or don't hold me, at all.
Sree is a 23 year old poetess- musician from New Delhi, India. Currently studying composition and production at the Australian Institute of Music, she hopes to be a film scorer someday.