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My wound was mending, or so I thought...

...then you poked your finger in,
and the seams were pulled apart.

It got me thinking, thinking, thinking;
my heart and stomach flew high before
sinking, sinking, sinking...

...and you weren't even talking to me.

You reappeared, after many years of being
nothing but a ghostly entity,
a vivid picture
I was trying to fade from my memory.

It was amidst these tremors, the heat,
the heart-pounding and feelings within me,
that I realized I never really let you leave...

...you were always buried in the heart of me.

And amidst my happiness, still sits a sadness,
that you did not and could not reach a hand
towards me when you turned and walked away
so easily.

And though I've made steps to break away,
I've even tried to make a few dates... I've never
been really there, and my heart has always with you stayed.

I've been told so many times by friends
that I need to let such emotions end...
I deserve more, and I agree, to some extent.

But I love myself enough to know,
I deserve what I want.

I deserve true love, my gift from God.

So I continue to pray,
in the same manner I have
since the last day
that we did conversate:

"Lord, this is what I want,
and since you know best,
bring us together if it's true
or, if not, bring this to rest."

So I ask you indirectly...
to consider you, consider me...
Pray hard for the right guidance
and then, if it leads you this way,
please speak directly to me.

I meant everything that I ever said
about being open, but what has that left,
except...

...for you to make an honest choice.