I Want To Be Yours

I carry my love for you much the same I do as everything else heavy on my soul.

With a strangely blank stare to others, with a hefty memory looping behind my eyes,

with a tongue thick with feeling I cannot speak.

I have the reprieve of work and school. But for every hope and dream, and every

therapy reminder of co-dependency and attachment issues,

I just want to be yours.