I’m scared.
I don’t want to be scared anymore.
Please talk to me.
Please let me hear a softness in your voice again.
Please promise me everything will be okay for us.
Hell, if it were just okay for you I’d be content.
Please don’t think you’re something I know you not to be.
These nights weigh on me, break me down as if I’m as fragile as neglected porcelain.
Seeing you worry and hurt and worry more pins me down to the floor.
You know not the power you hold on nights like this. ...