Do you think you could love me,
for the long run?
I mean, even when it's not fun.
When the nights are dark
and I have lost my heart
for finding things appealing.
When I am sad and complicated
and need you to hold me
despite my edges,
so sharp that they
cut like knives
against your thighs,
and I'm screaming for my life.
Could you take it?
Would you want me then?
When I can't swim,
and you have to save me
in an ocean filled with sharks
and decay.
Would it be worth the pain,
or would you leave me
there to drown
on my own,
alone?
I've been left before.
On the ground screaming
for more more more,
but that person walked away
and I got up.
When he came back,
he was out of luck.
See, I have learned to be
what I need
for me,
and sometimes that is adverse
to having company,
to believing that someone
else could truly
love me for myself,
and not the easy going person
I am trying to be
in all honesty
she's just a partial version
of who I would be...
If I actually,
trusted you
to love me.
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