Truth In Fact

Disparaging thoughts crawl into my mind, trying to take up residence, making me think forlornly that I've been forsaken. Knowing, yet not knowing, whether or not to trust you, scars my heart with it's doubts. Wanting to let go and come into your arms freely and of my own free will. It would be so wonderful to be wrapped within your loving arms, it's where I know I belong. Longing for you, desires rising higher every time we meet, barely able to contain myself. Emotions holding me within their grasp, elated, then saddened by tears, not knowing what to feel anymore. Confusion, then surety vacillating constantly within my mind and intellect, how will I know for sure? Only one way I know is if you do as you've said you wanted, 'I want you and I'll have you', coming for me. If you come then I will have the truth, it will be in the fact that you have actually come for me at last.