cry with you

i think i cannot bear this

i am afraid of you

afraid of who you think i am

i want to cry with you, 

cry with you

about my soul,

how its darkness was etched into your brain

long before i was born

but i only cry alone

because i hear your tats recite in humour,

that i am "unworthy"

"unworthy of thy presence"

for you are 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 

and after i see you looking at me

with that face reflecting my lost

identity

i cannot bear your company

but how i long for your company 

and i cry, cry for your goodness while you

weep, weep for mine lost