Are you?

Fortress building and mote filled almost to flooding
as the sky shine in sunlight despite my fear of rain
Short of all I can do for you today
I sleep on my plans to keep the war out
yet the foundation of my protest is crumbling
on weak quicksand, because I want to be held and cherished

I am not sure why I find it a detriment to be infatuated
I convict my heart of treason when I fancy the butterflies
in my stomach in some sort of rage against giving myself attention
and admitting that deep down I am just a damsel in distress
waiting for her noble hero to shake her out of her self righteous stupor
of "No sir not me, I am way transcended about needing to be needed."

Well surprise shocking surprise, I am full of crap because
all I can think of is settling into a place where I can shine with a lover
the sort of lover who can fill a jagged space that used to be filled by a lesser spirit
the sort of lover that I think you may turn out to be.

Are you?