If you picked at my brain theres alot you'd find, trust me Ive spent hours tearing apart my own mind. Again here I am tripping over a new path full of old fears, that have never resided- always here. Demons that hide behind the trees- the same ones under my grass woven bed- monsters beneath rocks
and in my own head. They strike ruthless with open jaws- tiny little flesh searing bites that tear the fabric of my being apart.
Inside, underneath the ribcage and sinew-ache our sad little hearts. At the potential that we could lose this, let it slip away like tiny silk threads- the happiness. For the connection we share, heavy enough for my feeble back- is the also cross we've chosen to bear intact. In the brightest of days- comes the blackest night. And through the darkness and pain my instinct is fight or flight; I dont mean to hurt you.
But looking out for ones self is something we all do. In the end we all lose
for fragile paper thin hearts such as ours are easily bruised
You know,
I'd never want to make you choose between being with me and doing whats you

But,
for now you care enough to walk with me
along this path of life though so unforseen
you look those monsters in the eye when they reveal their fang shaped teeth
and always just remind me to breathe.
At this time, I suppose that's all I need
but I pain over the fact that I can't still be sure of you and me