Warm, but it flickers—candlelight gold.
You live in fight or flight, I see,
Always hoping to break free.
You pour out loving words, no doubt,
Yet stab me softly as they spill out.
I know you don’t mean to—I promise.
But how much longer till you promise?
I’ll hold the pain, I swear—be honest.
I’ll write it down, try to keep quiet,
Tuck it away, keep it all private,
While my heart sparks a silent riot.
Hiding the bold lines that bleed in ink and not my skin,
Questioning and asking when
And if I will I give in,
And let it bleed from my skin.
Still, even pain can bloom, if sown.
Loving you might be hard now—
But I won't let you go.
I still want our love to grow.
Jun 28, 2025
Jun 28, 2025 at 12:55 PM UTC
Warm, but it flickers—candlelight gold.
You live in fight or flight, I see,
Always hoping to break free.
You pour out loving words, no doubt,
Yet stab me softly as they spill out.
I know you don’t mean to—I promise.
But how much longer till you promise?
I’ll hold the pain, I swear—be honest.
I’ll write it down, try to keep quiet,
Tuck it away, keep it all private,
While my heart sparks a silent riot.
Hiding the bold lines that bleed in ink and not my skin,
Questioning and asking when
And if I will I give in,
And let it bleed from my skin.
Still, even pain can bloom, if sown.
Loving you might be hard now—
But I won't let you go.
I still want our love to grow.
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