Erika Fill Me Up

Fill me up with words that mean what they say. Speak plainly—no metaphors that hide, no compliments tossed like confetti. Tell me my laugh is necessary. Tell me I am loud in the right places. Tell me the truth and season it kindly. Fill my silence with sentences that stitch me back together.

Fill me up with the feeling of being wanted—not as a rescue mission but as chosen. Let touch be simple: a hand on the small of my back, a thumb on the inside of my wrist, a theatrical flourish of fingers through hair. Let belonging be quiet and constant. erika fill me up

If, by the end, there is anything left, fill me up with the courage to give it away. Let it pour out like surplus light, like a well that keeps surprising you with its depth. Erika—fill me up. I will be ready to spill over. Fill me up with words that mean what they say