Inner Conflict...

I sit in my corner on my bed, waiting to fall asleep.

“Will you be okay there?” you ask…

NO!!! I want to yell.

I want to yell that I want you to hold me.

I want to yell that I want you to lie with me.

I want to beg you to hold my hand.

I want to beg you to sing with me.

I want to ask if you could ever feel for me this way.

I want to ask if you could laugh with me.

I want to tell you that I might just love you…

I want to hear you say that you might just love me.

But I sit here in my corner, ready for bed.

I flash you a smile.

“Thanks man. I’ll be okay.”