You strip me down to my trembling core, and hold me still fixed in your gaze pinned beneath your thumb your body begs me to forget my creeping fears, to forget that you see things I don't even see in myself I'm blinded by you and your brazen assuredness. You don't know Doubt like I do, you don't lay with her at night and let her ask you her incessant questions until you can't remember what you really look like to anyone but her. Sometimes she asks me why you're here - did I really think I had anything I could give you? Her questions hang over my head a dark cloud drooping, oversaturated with the weight of the unknown reminding me that it could burst at any moment, and shatter me it threatens to take the shape of my every mistake - why did I do that in the first place? what kind of person does that make me, then? And I almost crave the downpour just so I don't have to wonder anymore what you think or how you feel or who I am to you so you don't hold the power to crush me with just the ghost of a word on your lips. But that's not how the game is played you can never know how it ends, of course and I can only pray not even to win, only that I can make it to the finish before the game breaks me.