I feel silly wanting a life with you you're inaccessible at best. I'm always left in your dreams but you don't dream, you rest.
"I'm not ready, but I wouldn't turn you away" you're kind and blatant- honest. I don't know how to hear your words but it's true that you never promised.
I am shaking and dripping, wondering if I'm always the one broken. Curling into myself for something I could not fathom, nor forsee.
Written a while back, I had thought to keep it to myself.