Hesitant at firstof coursethe fear

Hesitant at first

of course

the fear of getting lost in

you

the comfort was decieving

cunningly misleading

i fell for every word

opened up 

to lengths i never reached before

i showed you scars

without taking off a single piece of clothing

you picked at my brain 

and i let you

but you read me like a book that you had no intentions of keeping

come on calm me down,

how can the only cure for the pain be the sole thing that brought it?

 

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