why is it when i need them most
when i want them most
that’s when the words desert me?
they seem to be buried just under
the barely stifled scream of frustration
and scratching and clawing
at the loose dirt
only sends them deeper
i want you to know
what i know
what i feel
i need you to know
things i don’t even like
admitting to myself
the ghosts and scars
wounds and shame
regrets and mistakes
if you see all of that
and don’t run…
i’ll know.
