You Can Only Heal What You Can Feel

I'm unhappy to see your Stoic grief.

You can only heal what you can feel. 

When you don't express, it is trapped inside

With no way out. 

It turns into anger; it turns into guilt.

Did you love me? For if you did,

YOU ARE NOT GUILTY of ANYTHING.

As I wait for your smile, I want you to cry;

Setting it free brings you closer to me.

Don't you see? Don't you see?

Set it free. Set me free. Set us free.