The picture in my head

It is the picture in my head, but I'm also considerate of its weight in my heart because it's unrealistic even though I have seen glimpses. I know it's not your fault. It can't stay. 

I guess somehow, I have this piece inside of me that wishes somehow it was real. You would love me for just simply me and scare the shadows of darkness away.

 I guess that is the inner child in me, still looking for you to see me the way I try so hard to be seen however I am realising that maybe your inner child is stuck too.

And the way we interact and communicate is your very perplexing way of trying to feel the love that you want so badly. I think you have always wanted one too.

It's here I realise my picture is just that. Here I thought my imagination was bad, yet somehow, I have this photo where you look at me and I can see your love inside is true.

I have just learned that I cannot heal that journey for both of us and, despite my efforts, I'll have to let you somehow go your own way in hopes you also find you.

I wish healing to you as I see the broken little girl inside me is inside you too. I am not alone in my cries and acknowledge the noise made is just you too trying to be heard.

If wishes, hopes, prayers or whatever you hold onto all come true, I will send them to you to see the little girl inside you too, and maybe there is the undoing we could reverse.