Your Hands and Heart with Mine, Trust is Failing
As I sit here staring at your face, I see something behind those eyes of yours. A flicker of discontent and boredom has infiltrated our stage. The dreams of peaches and old records have now faded into a twisted sense of misplacement of feeling. As I look at those hands of yours that try to grip mine I instinctually knock them away. I have seen this scene before; when you tell me I will be here with you. I try so hard to believe you, but in the past someone has stolen those sacred words from you and tore them, defied them with there actions.
I can’t believe you, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. You were completely destroyed in my eyes before you came to exist. They have taken the starlight that was in your eyes. I can’t see the good you can do for me, because I’m scared that it will hurt again. Like the stray cat, if you hurt me I can never come home to your smiling face. I won’t see the kindest you give and your innocence will be defiled by my superstitious delusions. I was abused with the hands and heart that held mine; please don’t think bad of me if I tear yours from mine.
I wish to stay with you, but I know soon it will take over like all the others. The bonds I have cultivated will end up dying anyway, so why do I try? I wish to see a world where happiness flows like milk and honey, just like from the story books I read. Without fail though, I get blood and tears. It’s not your fault though, its mine. You don’t need this please you should leave, abandon me. I cause you nothing but headaches and more work anyway. Its alright though okay, because if I could, I’d leave me too.