i am 20 years old but i still want to sleep in the heat of my Mother's bed, tucked safely into Her side
i want to be held close as she hums me melodies and tells me it's all ok
but i am 20 years old and i stoped fitting into Her side years ago and i haven't stepped foot in Her room in so long
and i am 20 years old and the 20 year olds around me are happy to be away but i want my Mom i want Her bed that smells of lilac and lint Dad's cologne and Her perfume i want her to hold me and sing me to sleep
because i am only 20 years old and i am only just learning who i am and i'm scared of Who that is.








