pressure...

wind blows harder

will you leave me
if i'm still broken?

pressure...

i'm doing what i can
with what i have
with all that i
currently am...

never knowing
anymore
if you'd go
or no...

"shale, screen your worries..."

she's fragile
and she's trying to
break down her walls
gently for herself
for you
for both...

"from what you won't ever find..."

she won't ever feel fully ready
for something this scary...

it means too much to her
to risk it being ripped
from her hands again...

hands trembling, always.
wishing you would
just hold hers...

simultaneously,
it means too much to her
to not risk what could be
beautiful...

she doesn't know
if would you be there
to catch her
when she falls.

glass.
running on glass..

"holding on for dear life"

realizing that i can't
rip the band-aid off
if the wound is not
healed beneath...

give me time...

if you want to leave, leave...

i will need you still..
i will want you still...