I never asked for skies to bend,
or for your hands to never end.
I didn’t beg for constant touch—
just proof that I was worth that much.
I gave you all, and didn’t keep
a single part I meant to sleep.
You didn’t owe me heart or vow—
I only hoped you'd see me now.
I didn't ask for stars or flame.
I only wished you'd say my name
the way I said it—soft, sincere—
like it meant something real to hear.
I asked for nothing. Swore I’d stay,
and love you in your quiet way.
But still, I’m flesh. I ache. I bleed.
And even I have human need.
To be held close, not just around.
To be the place where someone’s found.
To give and know—just once, not twice—
I wasn’t loving out of price.
So no, I never made demands.
But darling, I am not all hands.
I’m soul, and storm, and aching skin—
I only asked to fit within.