Written when I was thinking about the possibility of being real but also realizing that some people wouldn’t be able to handle it.
I thought it would scare you away…to be quite honest…I thought the real me was scary…I never realized that was just a lie…because the real me was made beautiful…I don’t know why I go through phases…in my life when I can’t understand that…When my heart is laid out before me…when my healing is ready to begin…
Would you sit next to me…and help me pick up the many pieces…I dropped the box and the lid fell off…trying to figure out just how many pieces were left…would you offer your opinion…even if I couldn’t accept it…would you whisper to me that you will pick me up…you will stay with me…until the pieces are back in the box…
I gave you the first piece…asked you to find where it went…would you tell me that you didn’t know…and toss it back in the box…or would you tell me that you needed to go…leaving me to put the puzzle together myself…coming back to check on me…and would you be offended if…I didn’t feel comfortable…handing you the last piece…
I need someone to listen…even if there is nothing to say…I need someone to understand the silence…in a world where everything is moving…and this world seems to penetrate my heart…more than I think it should…with the lies that I am not never enough…sometimes I don’t even understand myself…