Sometimes, when I push you away,
I need you to pull me closer,
to know its okay, to know the weight of myself wont break you.
To prove the fear wrong that you wont break under me or against me
to prove the cynicism wrong that you wont hurt me
and that my pain wont hurt you.
Sometimes I need you to pull me closer
so I know how to hold you and how much i can lean on you.'

If you push me away I'll keep my distance,
and knock on your door waiting
for you to welcome me in and from time to time
I'll peer in your windows
and wish I could help your tears,
your pains but remind myself its none of my business,
until you share with me. I promise if you tell me to go away again
I'll leave and solicit nothing more,
but your welcome to come knocking on my door.