Star light, star bright...

I wish I was allowed to call you and tell you how sick I feel.  I want you to come stroke my forehead and tell me everything is going to be ok.  I want a bear hug and a glass of water and the true look of concern in your eyes. 
I wish you had called me, last night.  I would have woken up to come give you a hug.  Your hugs are always going to trump sleep for me.
Most of all, I wish I could be waking up in your arms right now.  I miss the mornings when you would bring me close and we could let the world melt away. 
I want to put that damn necklace on, turn my ring around, and belong to you again.  It doesn't feel right talking to other people.  I don't like it at all, but I feel like I have to.  Just tell me you want me to be yours again, and I'll tell the world they can't have me.
I'm getting back to myself.  I know what I'm worth and I know what I deserve.  And I deserve you; nothing more, nothing less.