I need something,
and it three-dimensionally matters.
I need your presence,
state of mind
that finds my brain attractive.
I need your reactive, proactive,
to pull through my past luggage
neatly lined in my
just like it was air.
Like no parcels are even lying there.
I need your stare
warm on my shoulders
as I empty those vessels
to make space for your
I need your words
to be brutally honest
because they three-dimensionally matter.
Molly Roland is a writer by nature, and she enjoys stepping over the invisible lines society loves to draw.