Sometimes

I used to be a tired thing

For you to hold in the night.

Now I hold myself.

I was a helpless little girl

Buried in your arms.

Now I am a woman.

You were my calm

In the storm of me.

Now I need to swim.

You wiped away my tears

When I was done.

Now I need to cry.

Sometimes I forget

The things you remembered to do

Like how to be a woman

Because I’m really just you’re little girl

And how to cry.

Those are important things.

Sometimes I am ready

To let you fight for me again

Because it was so much easier

When you were there.

I stopped needing you

When I let go.

I want you now

And it hurts.