Survive.
You know this thing won’t survive
if you don’t tell me what’s preoccupying your mind.
Healing doesn’t just happen overnight, and it may not do anything for you,
but because for some fucking reason, I fucking do
care for you.
Deeply.
And it’d give me some peace of mind to know a piece of it,
take the time you’re distancing yourself to understand it.
I know you’ll be fine because you always figure it out,
But telling me proves to me in a way you do trust me,
You do love me,
I can be your
Safety.
How deep are you willing to be besides deep inside of me?
Unless…
You have no desire to understand what’s underneath my skin,
you can hardly even look me in the eye when I let you in.
Look everywhere and anywhere else but at me,
because you won’t believe what you don’t see.
I could love you tenderly,
but here we are again
participating in sin
regretfully and questioning each other's worth once again.