This is one of those times

Some times I just need you.
Those times when it gets heavy,
breaking all dams, valves, and levees.
Are like the times when it get too tough,
and all my strength is just not enough.
Still it's all made worse by your silent absence,
informing me of your state of ambivalence.
Most times I don't need you to be sincere,
I only crave the small relief of you here.
So be kind and draw near,
and for my heart act as a weir.