Yeah, we could have so much fun
If we never open up.
'Cause when you do
I don't know what to do
Don't know what to say
To make that feeling go away.
Yeah, you leave me scrambling for words,
Feeling fake.
I got nothing to give.
I don't know what you need.
It's empty inside of me.
An empty that's ugly.
So, what do you want from me?
What does loving you mean?
I can love you but the meaning isn't the one you know.
I don't know that love.
You can't give what you never had.
You can't fake what you never tasted.
So baby, when I say, "I love you,"
I don't know what I mean.
I can open up but there's nothing inside.
I can hold you in my arms but my arms are cold
Even though I feel warm in yours.
I like how my mind isn't churning when I'm with you.
I like lying on your chest, feeling safe, falling asleep to your heartbeat-
I like being able to be childish at times
And let someone else do the thinking for once.
Yes, I like you, I like being with you and
I can share your bed, share your dreams, share your life,
Share your fears but I can't share your tears.
I can't help if you don't know what will help.
Love scares me because it asks for things I don't know
Remember that time you accused me of not sharing and expressing-
Even though I said expressing will make you feel better?
Yeah, I know I'm a hypocrite.
But, I've been on my own for so long that I
Don't know how to share my burdens.
Don't know how to trust anyone with my heart,
Trust someone other than myself to help me.
So baby, I can smile, I can laugh, we can joke around-
And I can be true to you but know this,
In my head and in my heart I have a picture of me that-
I've been carving for years and I will fight against-
Any love that makes me feel ugly.
So help me.
'Cause I don't think two broken people can make a whole.
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Strands of Time
PoetryA collection of feelings, hurts, experiences and lessons learnt, felt and lived. A road woven in time for 9 years and continuing. Information for Readers: You'll notice in the titles, the poems run from "Class 7 to Class 15", I started writing from...