I gave in to you countless times. Even when I knew I shouldn't and it wasn't fair The guilt of putting my foot down dissolves my spine. My boundaries crumbling from such little wear. I all but begged for my minimum, but you hand the same lines It's exhausting being devoted to someone who isn't there. At first, when I made my feelings clear, there used to be push-back. But I had to accept your decisions with no discussion...

I never expected to feel this close to you. In fact, I wanted the opposite to be true. I thought you’d be cold and let me go Maybe treat things like a joke. That's what I was after; a quick and easy fling An outlet of escape while I was healing. I know I get attached and I tried to keep it at bay Because usually it's not reciprocated and I get pushed away. But you surprised me with depth I didn’t see Even in your darkness...

I think I get caught up in others To avoid my own reflection. When self-doubt and depression smothers I’m called for decompression. I think I get caught up while they swim in despair While tears fall steady and slow And not all moments should be shared When others tend to lose control. My own goes in a windowed box Where the cycle will rarely cease From the inside it locks And breathe slow when others find peace. Watching...