I know I’d stop the moment I feel safe
surrender in your arms
but we never get there
magic words exist that would make it all alright
but neither of us can find them
‘I love you’
‘I want you’
‘I’m here for you’
don’t work
and in frustration, you pull away
and in frustration, more words come out of my mouth
in an anxious attempt to reach safety
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I wish you’d contain me
like a balcony railing, so I can stand near the edge and feel free
but I fear you’ll constrain me
unless you can SEE ME
so I’m painting my portrait with desperate words
not trusting you FEEL ME
I’m afraid you will squeeze me too tightly
I’m afraid I get hurt in your arms
For a male perspective, see A Male Perspective.
Johanna Benevole 