TO BE
I want to be loved
without words or response,
to be held
in respect and sweet nonchalance.
Oh, to be seen
by the wounds on my heart,
understood
the way one understands art.
I want to be touched
the way paper meets pen,
gently written on
again and again.
I want to be sheltered
like a bulletproof vest—
to have a place
where I can finally rest.
I want to belong
like a fish in the sea.
I want to be wanted
for simply being me.
Copyright © Jordan Peralta | Year Posted 2026
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