It was his grand gesture.
We were just the architects.
So stand back and admire your work already….
But was this really what he wanted? (Does he even know what he wants?)
Or just my poor attempt to express something we've been dancing around for a long time?
Am I using him?
A child?
To send you a coded message that I'm not even sure you want to receive?
Even if your eyes say yes, go for it and your heart says no I can't
You're beginning to trust again…even if you veil it behind a sisterly "shut up and leave me alone"
Why do I risk what I do?
My soul, letting others think the worst of me
My life – I am no stranger to running
Awkwardness of having this play out before people I hypocritically second-guess/advise
If somebody told me what I tell them, what would I say?
And what happens if we fail?
How can I let you go?
There are two errors, to my way of thinking
Spelling (but she can figure it out)
And two other names we didn't write in fire together