Could it really be turning out this way?
Please tell me I'm not transitioning into something this despicable.
I turn the mirror away from me for fear of rejection from even myself.
I need somebody to save me.
Lift me away from all the pain I've inflicted and been dealt.
Please.
Grab my face and force my eyes to yours.
Make me confront my fears head on. Stand behind me so that when they tear me down, you can push me back up to overcome them.
In my darkest and coldest of nights I need you to hold me.
I need to be able to cry in your arms and wipe the tears from your eyes as well.
As I lay here crying, even now, I believe that you're going to be there for me someday.
I want to feel so intimate with you that our bond overwhelms and consumes me.
Please.
Promise me that can happen.