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It took me forever to feel safe again.
But I had to pay a price,

This rare security, I couldn't find it around people.
It's something I only obtain when I am alone.
And if that meant for lonliness to creep it way across my heart like ivory so be it.
I can't take another disappointment.
I can't stand another loss.
Never being enough?
You really don't know how it exhausting it is,
How much

I wanted your heart, I guess that wasn't too much to ask for.
I demanded the truth and all I got was illegible rambles that reflected how messed up you were.

I was not my place to fix you, I didn't want to fix you at all.
I loved your knotty thoughts and tangled feelings.
I just wanted to caress your soul with warmth, to inject pink into your gray aura, to teach you how to love again.

You were rendered.
You rendered me, and I hope you remember me.

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