Fly me back...to where my home is?

how long has it been since i came into your presence, and was silent and still...and just was? how long has it been since i allowed you beneath the surface of the polished exterior, to let you see the cracks and the wounds that refuse to fade into scars? how long since i let you see the quiver behind the smile, the uncertainty behind every word, the questions hidden by pride? how long since i came, knowing i was broken and ugly, but knowing that my imperfect self was perfectly ok in your sight, was in fact what you loved about me? how long since i sat at your feet, and allowed myself to get lost in your love, and knew that it was alright to stop running...that there was nowhere i could really run to? too long...far too long. i thank you that you never give up calling out to me...till i give in and return to where you are.
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