Ink Stained Soul…

There are nights when I grow so weary of this brokenness inside.
I don’t want to fill my time hiding it and yet too tired of carrying it alone. Waiting for him.
This phantom I believe exist to hold me. To give me the protection of my heart I alone don’t have to bare. Can I allow my entire self to soften into him? Will he allow us both the gift of vulnerability? Will I get my partner to lead our dance of life? Hollow in my waiting some nights. The ache in my very bones to have love in words and actions. Choosing it day after day without seeking to poison us with outsider validation. Can I experience not having to be betrayed to see what should have been seen from the beginning? I yearn for him. The faceless man I know is coming. Hurry.