I need you, and that's what scares me.

Alot has happend in my bed...

A few firsts,
Like the first time I slept with someone, and the first time I told someone I loved them.
Two different boys if you can belive.

It's where I collapse after being away.

It's the home of my childhood teddy.

Where my nightmares take refuge.

Where I take cat nap... with my cat.

I've lay awake sobbing at sad movies, only half because of the movie.

I've slept alone, in someone's arms, and not at all.

Stayed awake making up a million different scenarios, thinking about the universe

To an outsider it's just a bed.

To me it's a life time of memories.

He made sure to show I belonged to him.
And of course his trade mark,
was a bruise.

And in my mind I scream at him,
 
"HOLD ME."

Do something, anything to show me you care.

But he didn't move a muscle.

Even something as hypnotic and breathtaking as fire, leaves behind something as *****, grey and irrelevant as ash.

Commitment issues aren't that hard to have when you have nothing and no one.

Being all alone, the only thing I have to commit to is breathing

And I've grown quiet fond of that...

Because the fact is, I was never good enough to be your first choice.