Turn Off the Lights

I'm here again Such a broken mess, of pieces spun in between the lines, of who I am, and who I want to be. I wanted it so bad. Thinking, I could do this myself. Not knowing all the parts I'd lost before, would make this so hard now. And you turn off the lights, and you break down the walls, and I see your face. I see you. Beautiful, but brief, few and fleeting. Leaving me yet begging for more. Your words, they mean so much, but yet so little. Leaving the bitter questions open, and bleeding, yearning and needing to be revealed. And I have to think, Can I come to you? With all the pieces I am, nothing to offer but my broken self? Or will you turn me away, fearing to find the fault in self. I feel it, I've come undone. Call my name, Make sense of what I am. But when the input, exceeds the output, it somehow becomes cold. Like a hard dividing equation, that leaves your mind crazed, and frustration set in. Turn off the lights, and show me your face.