For making me feel safe, if only for a while.
For holding me tight and making me smile.
For letting me cry in your arms that one morn.
For making me happy though my heart had been torn.
For running your fingers through my hair.
For not coming when I needed you there.
For making me fall.
For believing we couldn’t have it all.
For the insecurities that by now should have passed.
For not hoping we would last.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 6:05 PM UTC
For making me feel safe, if only for a while.
For holding me tight and making me smile.
For letting me cry in your arms that one morn.
For making me happy though my heart had been torn.
For running your fingers through my hair.
For not coming when I needed you there.
For making me fall.
For believing we couldn’t have it all.
For the insecurities that by now should have passed.
For not hoping we would last.
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