Billowy Patches,Thin Shards

Can I sink into your fullness and pretend that I'm whole? If only I could melt into your sturdy frame, you could muffle the crying, the screaming, Or maybe I'd just forget. Truth be told, my past will forever be a reminder of this current aching, as sure as the scars on my skin But maybe you could pretend to love me just now, telling me you'd never take from me what I've already lost to the lions- that you won't feast on my vulnerable state of mind, or conspire as you take into account my fragile,weepy eyes. The lies and truths merge in my mind, and I feel that either might relieve me of this uncertainty- Oh, anything to believe in...