Each time you don't answer
Everytime reassurance isn't given
Her soul tears
With each kiss
Every soft word
Stiches piece it back
But lover of hers
It is becoming harder
The balance of hurt and kind
Is not equal
The edges of her soul
Are becoming thinner
Harder to piece together
They are fraying
From all that you do
That is malign
Spare that soft word!! Rid her of her insecurities! For you are pushing her away, and soon, away she will be...