Living In the Past

You give me flowers and chocolate

I wait for the yelling

You apologize for your mistakes

I wonder when you’ll turn on me

You give me space when I need it

I hold my breath for the guilt trip

You compliment me

But you don’t point out my flaws

I drop a plate and cut my hand

Instead of anger I’m met with worry

I flinch away from soothing palms

After fighting demons all night

Calming hands pet my head

Why are you so kind to me

How have I gone so long without aches and bruises

Why do you listen to my doubts

Why do your arms feel like home

Is it because you love me

Or because I love you

 

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