Will He love me? 

Today, I let go and I cry. 

Sob 

Sometimes emotions pull through me so strongly

So much so that it overwhelms and consumes me

I can’t help it. 

It’s just a part of me. 

And now, the tears roll. I sit in bed and the tears roll and I think about how sensitive my soul be

I seriously feel the earth and it overwhelms me.

And I deny it and I fight putting logical explanations on why I do everything I do. 

To try to suppress it. 

Feeling. Feeling just feeling. 

I can’t help it and it over whelms me

And I just want to be accepted for what I be. 

I’m emotion and I feel things

I just feel things. 

So dang deeply 

And the tears are rolling. 

And everyman who I look at I think and I am scared. 

Will he accept me? Will he love me? 

Will he see me? 

Because I am sensitive. 

Will he hold me?

I’m scared will he try to control me? 

Will he leave me? 

And the tears are rolling. 

Yes rolling and I am sitting and 

And just writing and the tears are rolling 

Will he leave me?

Will he decide me unworthy and all these feelings I feel so deeply 

Will he leave me a lone to be with them?

Will he fault me for being one who feels?

Will he see me? 

Will He hold me? 

The tears are rolling. 

I can’t stop. 

The Tears are rolling. 

Will I be too much? 

Will he try to fix me?

Why can’t he just love me? 

Does he know? 

How much I love? 

And the tears are rolling. 

Why am I fighting? 

The tears are rolling.

If they all only knew what I did for him. 

Two men who didn’t deserve what I’d give. 

And I was gentle 

And I was calm

And I never angered 

Or manipulated 

Or miscommunicated.

I just loved. 

Without expectation or trap. 

I just wanted to love 

Does everyone not know. 

I can’t prove it

The tears are rolling

Will he hurt me? 

The tears are rolling

Will he hurt me? 

The tears are rolling

It’s not my fault

The tears are rolling

And  I’m alone

The tears are rolling

How do I let any of them in

And the tears are rolling. 

And I am hurting. 

And it’s not my fault. 

I’m protecting what is left of my mended broken heart.

It’s not my fault. 

I’m scared and it’s not my fault. 

And the tears are rolling. 

And I want to love 

But I need to be loved too. 

This sensitive heart