someday

I am so tired
Of this facade.
Pretending, acting,
Like I don't care.
Can't you see,
I do care.
I do want it!
Well then,
if you can not see it,
neither can I,
and the very thought,
alongside so many others,
will fall,
into the abyss,
of my subconscious.
If only to keep you content.

I hope though,
that someday,
I will wake up,
and look into the eyes
of someone who understands.
Somebody who knows what I need.
Of someone who does not bury my dreams.
That somebody will be there,
someday.
When the time is right
for me to lay in his arms.
And become who I cannot yet be.

Maybe, somday,
but for now,
all I want is you.
Nothing else truly matters.