There’s Something About You That Makes Me Unafraid
There’s something about you that is so intriguing. There’s something about you that makes me feel at ease.
There’s something about you that is so intriguing. There’s something about you that makes me feel at ease.
I spent my time with you imploding and exploding, waiting on any reciprocity I could keep, until my palms were shredded with wounds from refusal to release the rope I tied around to hope that maybe you’d someday love me like I needed – like I deserved.
I just can’t understand how something without a label, how a thing that was never a thing, could seep into my veins; how it could make me feel so much, yet never good enough.
Try telling me I am not my disease on a day I’d walk through fire just to feel anything, or on a day I imagine what it would be like to sit at the bottom of the ocean and be drowned in its silence.
I know how special he can make you feel, when he tells you things that he says he’s never shared with anyone. I know, because he shared them with me, too.