Your voice is soothing and low
The mild scent of your skin has slowly become a signal of safety
But your heart is beholden to the echoes of your past -
and I cannot allow myself the freedom to crash my weight
Into a body that houses a soul so listless
If only I could be the love you truly need
The one who holds you in just the right way
Who always says just the right thing
But the jagged edges of my form poke you in places far too tender
The pain persists on borrowed time -
and I’m just grateful for the chance to sit with you
I will love you for as long as I can,
In the ways that feel most comfortable
But I will let you go before you grow to hate me
Simply for the shape of my being
Jun 24, 2024
Jun 24, 2024 at 4:50 PM UTC
Your voice is soothing and low
The mild scent of your skin has slowly become a signal of safety
But your heart is beholden to the echoes of your past -
and I cannot allow myself the freedom to crash my weight
Into a body that houses a soul so listless
If only I could be the love you truly need
The one who holds you in just the right way
Who always says just the right thing
But the jagged edges of my form poke you in places far too tender
The pain persists on borrowed time -
and I’m just grateful for the chance to sit with you
I will love you for as long as I can,
In the ways that feel most comfortable
But I will let you go before you grow to hate me
Simply for the shape of my being
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