He told me how he
Got his scars,
So I told him about
My past lovers

The ones who abused me,
The ones who confused me,
The ones who I thought were
"The one"

We laid in the dark room
Under the blanket
Softly caressing one another
Speaking tongues of love

He's always loved me,
And I've always been
Too afraid to admit my
Feelings towards him

We're getting closer again
And even though I know
He would never hurt me,
I'm scared

I'm scared to love again
And I'm scared of attachment.
I'm scared of jealousy, anxiety
And things going wrong

But as we laid in
The dark together,
I could hear in his voice
How much he wanted me

I can't help but think that
Maybe, just maybe
I want him, too.