I started layering clothes to keep away from the cold.
It keeps me warm and I can feel the weight of it on me.
Don’t worry, they say that soon we will have better weather
so I will just go outside and my skin will be sun-kissed.
It will be effortless, warm, I won’t have to ask for it,
no gesture needed to get the sun’s attention.
I sleep in a fetal position, with my hands crossed over my torso
like I am trying to hug myself. Some nights I am. Somebody has to.
It makes me look like I am so small you can fit me in your pocket.
Maybe I am just trying to take up less space to be more acceptable.
Maybe I am trying to look cuter, have a softer voice, seem more loveable. Sometimes I think I am just attention seeking.
You are not like the sun, it’s not effortless. I have to ask, I have to put myself between your arms or I have to expose every inch of my skin because it seems to be the only motivation for you to touch me.
Don’t worry, they say that soon we will have better weather so I will spend my nights with my hands crossed over my torso and during the day I will be sun-kissed again.