i do not belong in the arms of someone i can hurt because i know of my power and ive done it before ive done it to you and the last guy and the one before that im incapable of loving you fully and that's not what you deserve
but its a deep rooted fear that you'll hurt me first im not afraid if your words cut me like a knife rather the cold, metal blade that you bear at all times simply the thought makes my cells tremble so i beg of you to leave me as soon as you can before i beat you to it.
he carries that knife everywhere he goes, and i can feel it against me when he pulls me in his embrace and refuses to let go.