You can't change the past...
It's a fact of time you know? You cannot change the past So the man you're begging to be more open about those wounds The ones he's licked clean and hoped never opened again The bad memories that keep him up on nights like these You can't fix his head like an overnight success, Yet you both wish He won't magically trust you, His chest won't burst open You won't know all that sickens him, What he sees as harm Think of him like a dog, No master, Roaming the streets for love Shoved, Kicked, Swatted away, Sometimes even roughed up He built that shield from his teeth and bone, He knows not why he bites Maybe it's fear, Maybe it's assumption, Somethings are unknown No masters, No gods, Not even a bed for him to lay, He has no home So even if your hand seems friendly, Even if your scents polite He's been here before, Why should he assume you'll do right Teeth presented bare, At a moments notice, Ready to devour Yet he let you rest your hand against his head, Improvements here But you keep in mind all that I have said, Let it not escape your mind He's seen the world at it's most wicked, Deep hatreds and those unkind Wounds from the journey dawn him like scars, Yet none he has pride for So why is he to assume you aren't the same? He's trying to assume you are different. It's why you can touch him without fear. Yet you get upset when he doesn't let you hold him. Part of that is all of those little lingering fears The subtle idea that you may be no good. Something that in which he may despise He chooses not to look to deep, To hope your love is true Yet deep in that dogs bruised body and broken eyes He knows there's a small chance. That there's a monster in you too.. And while he may hope otherwise, If you are to prove him right... He's ready to do what he must do.














