Dear you...

you don't see it,

but all of my tears 

ran before you did.

 

Do you remember 

calling me your tiny dancer?

Nicknaming me

and talking about the flowers

I would hold?

 

All that I am 

and all that I have

was never yours

because you didn't want it.

 

I know what you wanted 

and it could have been 

any of the feet

that touched the floor.

 

Breaking through

 

I no longer feel the weight

of being unloved,

and I realize why there had been silence.

I opened my ears for the wrong answer.

 

But now my heart

has begun to fill again

because you held my hand

through it all.

 

You have been leading me

this whole time,

and I got lost

because I was trying to lead you.

 

I never imagined such bliss

could come from within

such pain and sting.

But here you are.

 

With your hands held out to me.

All that I am

and all that I have is yours.