Forever caged by our fears
the past mistakes that haunt
our moments in the half wake
condemned to relive
every old nightmare,
to fear ourselves and never love
again. And yet,
there is the look you give me
in the mornings
half closed eyes, observing
tired face with turned up corners
of your mouth. When you don't
stop staring unless I tell you to,
that tells me you could love me
if you tried.