Weaving Love

I'll weave your love
to fill the silence.
Perhaps I had it wrong
about the monster
under my bed.
I'll sit and watch
while it all
ends up wrong,
letting my teeth chatter
as I begin to realize
how messed up
we all really are.
Please, rescue me!
You've seen this
with your
own eyes before.
I know it.
No matter what,
I always seem to be
outside the box.
Waking up on
the wrong side
every morning.
Though this may be,
I'll weave your love
to fill the silence.