Will you just let me cry with you?
I just need to let hot tears
wash away
what happened.
Just let me cry.

Let them soak into your
teeshirt and leave salt
stains on your skin -
just let me cry with you.

Don't make me give you a reason,
And don't ask how to "fix it"
just let me sit in your arms
and be the only thing that matters
for a minute.

Because I want to
matter enough to take one
of your minutes
and you not notice its absence.  

Maybe it's not normal
and maybe you won't ever
understand.

You would think that
if a woman was made from
a man,
he would be able to
see her fears
desires
and hopes
far better than
reality lets him.

But for now,
I need to cry.
And I need you to
sit quietly and let me.

I need you to listen
to me not saying a word,
because when you can
listen to my quiet
and hear what I'm
trying to say,

then I'll know that
I'm important enough
to take one, two, ten
of your minutes.

I'll realize
then smile softly
in my silence,
and you won't ever notice
the loss of those moments.  

But that's half the point anyway.

So just let me cry,
and mark you with
the lingering crystal
powder of dried tears,
because if I can
be my raw self with you,

then you can be mine.