I'm past this point,
all is well.
There are no more infatuations,
no more ulterior motives,
but it hurts.
The pain is shattering,
the pain is horrid.
you broke me.
You brought out my vulnerabilities,
shattered all my pride; broke all promises.
I want you to fix me-
to help me fix myself.
What has been stated tells no lies;
but I need you.
I don't need your kisses;
I don't need your warmth;
but I need your hand.
I need you to support me like you used to,
before he roads grew thin;
before feelings were spilled.
I know your dark side;
I know your flaws;
and I know that this hurt you too.

I noticed how you wandered; how you swayed.
I never wanted you back;
I never wanted your love.
I wanted your attention,
your smile.
I want your attention,
your smile.

Why can't I make you laugh?
Why can't I read you like I used to?
It kills me.

Take my vulnerabilities,
take my soul;

just let me cause that smile,
that laughter that I've always loved to hear.

With no obligations;
no commitments;

let's hold hands again.