Snug as a bug in a rug

I’ve taken all the words
you gave me and I’ve
woven them together.

I wear them now,
to cope, to keep alive
the hope that someday
you’ll be willing to hear
the words I have for you.

That you’ll take them to heart,
that you will someday hold them
as close to you as I do now,
and that you will finally
understand being lonely
is not the same as being strong.