i caught a glimpse
and hoped through tears
that you thought of me
and feelings of distress
i'm nothing but mess.
i snuck a look
and prayed to god
that you looked at me
came over to help
release me from hell.
this cell that i've composed for myself
trapped in a prison of pain and self doubt.
baby, release me, you just say the word-
unlock me with your imperfect perfection,
let me out of this unsafe self hatred-
pull me back into your haven of arms.
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