I want for nothing more
Than to let you back in.
But I want the you who I know to be
Sweet, thoughtful, caring, inspiring,
And so intoxicating I choke.
I don’t want the you who,
Lies for the sake of lying,
For the sake of power,
For the sake of – I don’t even know.
I want for nothing more
Than to feel your soft skin.
But my cuts from your thorns,
Haven’t finished healing.
Slightly scabbed they may never mend,
For I can’t stop picking at them.
Sometimes, I do so just to remember,
That I still feel something.
But maybe it’s about damn time
I put the bandage back on
And just let it all heal.
I want for nothing more,
Than to stay me, and keep my faith.
My blind faith has gotten me
In too much trouble before.
Combined with your insecurities,
Your splendour, your soul forever lost,
It might just be the end of me.
I could regret this; I could be so wrong,
I’m sticking to this though
I’m choosing to have faith in myself
This time, but I just don’t
Think you’re worth it. Anymore.
