I will give you 90% of my heart Please disregard the broken fragments And don’t ask That little dark splinter has shriveled It’s not worth giving
I will open all the doors to my soul But please don’t go into the basement It’s dark and damp and full of spiders It can’t renovated It’s not a place for living
Please be satisfied With holding my bright beating heart And walking the ornate halls of my soul Attaching the splinter may spread its disease Opening the door may release the spiders
I’m terrified of showing you the splintered remain And answering the questions that follow I’m terrified of opening the basement door And seeing your face change from adoration to pity So please let them be
I'm currently in the sharing your whole soul part of a relationship. I was previously in a emotionally abusive and sexually manipulated relationship, like years ago. Almost know one knows and I'm still not at point in my life that I can but it's hard to keep the people you love most out of that part of my history. He can guess that something has happened and has always respected my wishes not to talk about it.