when I need to cry.
The one I call to laugh with,
even when I want to die.
Your arms are the ones I run to,
to embrace me while I mourn.
Your hands are the only ones I want,
to hold me when I'm torn.
You're the one I want to love me,
to caress my tear streaked face.
The one I want to hold me,
Your body one of grace.
What would I do without you?
I ask time and time again.
Well now I know, since you are gone.
But I still have my pain.
Spoiler
I have realized that many, if not all of my poems are about death or darkness, I guess that's my poetry style, I'm really not that messed up, I promise 
