you saved my life, in the very literal sense.
so i foolishly thought i could trust you with it.
stupid me.
you completed my life, in the very literal sense.
so i foolishly thought i could trust you with it.
stupid me.
i put my life in your hands and you let it slip between your fingertips
you let it slip between your fingertips and break into a million pieces
a few years later, i am still picking up the pieces.
every so often you make your way back in and
i tell you everything i’ve been holding in
you say all the right things
and i foolishly believe you.
stupid me.
i let you in again.
stupid me.
the last time, i was paranoid and terrified.
but you say all the right things
and i reluctantly, foolishly believe you.
stupid me,
i shouldn’t have.
and now for the first time in four years,
i blame you.
i am still unlearning blaming myself.
but i recognize it’s your fault.
i recognize that you were someone i could trust,
and that it’s not my fault that you changed.
stupid me.
for thinking it was.
eventually you are going to make your way back in or so some part of me seems to think.
and i will tell you everything i’ve been holding in.
and i will make you earn my trust if you want it.
see if you’ll actually fight for all of me. not beg for parts of my body.