“Teach me how to trust you enough so i
can count every wound and every scar.
Kiss each one of them and tell me i'm
still your star.
Show me that no matter how dull this life makes me, no matter
how much darkness surround me,
I am still bright enough to light your
heart. I know i can heal on my own but
what if i no longer want to. I know i
can keep everything to myself, but
maybe i never learnt to.
that's just it, maybe i wasn't built
this way. I just need a second opinion,
i need a second mind, i need a second
heart, i just need a second hand that
can help me let go of everything.
i'm bored of building walls and i just
need to break some. But here lies the
issue, when i break, i break down, it's
not a “some” ,it’s everything.and so
far wasn't so good I break them down
only to find that they were built over
a cleft and then i'm left barely
hanging by a thread. So listen, i just
like calling them battle wounds, i like
the idea of sworn secrecy to my scars,
call them by their names and i just
might let you through the doors
Teach me how to love by taking my walls
as your new home, you are welcome
inside and the cleft makes a hell of a
view, it just needs two to look at, and
maybe one day i will say it just needed
You.”