I don't mean to go silent when you open your heart,
there is just so much I want to say and not say, it's hard to know where to start.
You flaunt your weakness, your sorrow and your thought,
it's almost like you want me to heal you, as if it would be easy when it's not.
We lay there like strangers in the night,
like a first time love affair except we don't know if we are about to fight or flight.
I curl up under your arm and you stroke my skin,
I want to feel safe so badly but our chances all of a sudden seem so dim.
Your mouth is moving, but you don't make a sound,
I know when you finally do, you will sink my heart to the ground.
It's ok, well not really, actually not at all,
what if I find a place, I'll be quiet, I'll make myself small.
I whisper that we can make it work or at least pretend for a while,
you kiss me on the forehead, take your bag and give me a broken smile.