Tell me all the parts
The parts you could not say
The things you wish I’d never done
And what they took away.
Tell me how the lies I took
Helped to make your life a hell
Tell me how the poison tree
Never was a wishing well.
Tell me how I hurt you
And what I took away
Don’t let me live in fantasy
Losing my own way.
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Requesting honest like this is VERY brave–and also an important step to emotional healing.
i would tell you
if in telling you
i would not
end up broken
The fear you fear I fear myself
Like cold hard ice that hurts my veins
And sometimes when I think I’m up
I fall again
to pieces that feel lost
pieces that I want to hold
slipping through my fingers
cutting me like glass
but sometimes,
keeping things inside
is what starts the break.