It's not that I want you gone
I appreciate you
I really do
But it's hard to believe you're sincere
When you're also scrolling through shorts at the same time

It's funny how
It's easier to open my skin
Then to open my mouth
And ask for help

So brittle
That a single word (or seven)
Could pour salt on my opened palms
And break
My short sense of happiness

Your guiding hands are always there
To catch me when I fall.
Soft combs through my tangled hair
Hugs, a protective wall.

Your strength's a roaring lioness,
Your heart burning so bright,
Fighting through the crushing stress.
You burn away the night

I love you

A lonely thought, so much more
Time lost but never gone
Dreams i simply adore
Dissapear by dawn

A heavy silence, not meant to be broken,
the memories creepy along
So much words left unspoken,
A past that feels so wrong