Untitled poem

I crave the kind of control
that quiets the noise
the kind of darkness
that feels like shelter
and the kind of surrender
that lets me breathe again.
I'm not craving trouble
tonight
I'm craving the relief of being hurt
my attitude is loud,
but my need for you is
louder
I'm aching for the kind of surender
that only comes with abslute trust.
Your trust
Please be firm
with my stubornness
and gentle with the heart underneath it