I am blessed as I take a small rest,
You hold my close and make me feel safe,
Even though you’re the one that is stressed,
So my loved one I must thank you.

You tighten your grip,
But I know if I every stated I wanted to leave you,
You would let me go so easily.

Oh, how did I come and stumble upon a angel like you,
You hold me like I am something precious,
Why my dear stranger; why do you hold on so tight?

Even while I sleep, I can hear your repeats of broken apologizes,
Tears are falling as you tell my sleeping figure: "I am so sorry."

Years pass on by and you don't seem to see the steep stairs.

You think you have stolen me, you fret to much about hurting me,
You my love your the on that needs saving,
Falling deep into your own inner demons hands.

Stop these apologizes there not needed.

I'm really sorry I can't hold on to you. I regret every time I don't huge you tight enough or say the right things. I've lost something.
I think it was the ability to feel. I look at all this joy, all the pain, and my chest hurts when I laugh or I can feel the warm wells of water form in the crevices of my eyes when I cry, but...it is brief.
I overthink everything, is this normal?
Though I swear that there was pure happiness. It was lasting and I lost it.
Please come back.