But, how can you? when i am too afraid to show my face, afraid to show my scars.
You are fading and I cant tug you back except to protect you in my untainted memories- back in a time when you weren't afraid to touch and laugh with me, back when your smile made the holes less frayed. Now, i find that you live in a world that quotes melodies of classical music and broken guitar strings- that I am not present in that canvas- you won't know my secret until i lay dying amongst peonies in western winter- you won't know how i longed for the days when you cared for me- you won't know how i fell for you and you weren't there to catch me.
Your hurting and i can't unwind the past, the past that i stole from you with selfish aching of an untamed heart- I can't change the how your fingers fit perfectly between mine- Things that now bring hurt and pain- pain you mask behind your coy smile and laughing eyes- only i see the damage my wildness did to you and now i can't change it
perhaps the cutting wont bleed as bad- perhaps you will fade and never look back?
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