Hold Me

What price do I have to pay,

For you to hold me?

What does implied compassion cost?

Is it a price I cannot afford?

A heart I no longer possess,

Or at least part of one,

That knew about a life,

And left me when it was over?

Could you hold me, and bear the brokenness?

Maybe I won't cry, if I think you care.

Please forgive me for burdening our time

With stories of when I was truly beautiful

Because someone truly loved me.

Did I share so much that I made you feel bad?

(It isn't the first time.)

You aren't less, only different,

And truly beautiful,

And I could truly love you...

If you would only hold me.