Does he bring you your favourite flowers just because he remembered and thought it would make you happier for the rest of your day?
Does he sing the words to your favourite album because you answered a question that he asked you months ago, and that blows you away?
Because you're not used to love that doesn't hurt you, harm was a form of affection in your world
Pushed from the brink isn't scarier than being cradled when it's all you've ever known
Happiness is with him, and with him it'll go
Does he spoil you with riches or kisses or both? Perhaps self-illustrated cards and handwritten notes whenever you meet
Does he read you your favourite childhood stories just to lull you to sleep and expect the same in return or the cutest sounds you've ever heard mid-dream?
Because you're not used to love that doesn't hurt you, harm was a form of affection in your world
Pushed from the brink isn't scarier than being cradled when it's all you've ever known
Happiness is with him, and with him it'll go
Because I'm not used to love that doesn't hurt, harm was how I was taught to show
I was pushed from the brink repeatedly but being held is so much more unpredictable
No, no, I'm not used to love that doesn't hurt me, harm was a form of expression in my home
Pushed from the brink isn't scarier than being cradled when it's how I have grown
My happiness is with him, and with him it'll go
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Songs I Write | V
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 17 years old, England.
