dear me..

Lord, let me feel,
as you do,
as you want me to.
I hold back when i shouldn't,
and I give in when I should hold
myself to myself...

But these tears,
they build and tower above me
until they fall like bricks
and stub my toes
and yours...

I will hold myself
In my own arms
until the shame,
the hate,
the loneliness leaves me

But someday,
I want your arms to hold me.
I want you to take
my hatred,
my doubt,
my shame,
and let me cry
or stare lovingly at the wall
if that is what i need most.