by Cherrybomb

It's a long and frightening night.
It's hard to see the days ahead in the clarity we'd like.
As the sun dawns and the darkness closes.
I'm afraid to open my eyes.
I know that secretly you are too.
You aren't as fearless as you'd like to be.
It's all going to be alright.
That's one thing I think I've learnt from you.
It's too bad you can't learn the same lessons you taught me.
You are right.
In the end it will be fine.
But I don't want to face it alone.
You are the only one who can truly make me feel safe.
Even though what I've learnt from you
are the skills to survive on my own.
I still want you there.

You're the only one who makes me cry all night long.
I cry because of the drinks and the drugs and the sex that you pretend you love.
Do you really love them?
Love them the way you want to love a girl.
I believe you do it because it's not you.
I believe that the drinks and the drugs and the sex
were your attempt to break through.
You aren't happy being the way that you truly are.
But now you've grown to like it.
Or think you do.
You're afraid that if you change now that no one will love you anymore.
You're afraid that if you change you're going to lose me.
You're wrong.
The drinks and the drugs and the sex are the only things that really keep me
this arm length away.
You're too much of my past if you remain the way you are now.
I can't face my past in you.
But if you change to suit me then you're looking back on the past that you hoped to lose.
We want to be together.
That much I can see in crystal clarity.
But what becomes clear with every thought and sniffle and fear
Is that while together we are one,
you are the only thing that really hurts me.