If asked why I hold onto love so tightly even when it's killing me
I'd say because it's the only escape I've found from the pain of survival
How many wounds have healed by the graze of a tender touch?
Times you have crossed my path at the exact time I needed shelter from life's storm you made a roof out of your attentive arms to protect me
I would say thank you but my mind can't create a "Thanks" big enough to display my infinite gratitude
It is easier for me to say "sorry" for not showing my love than to try and come up short
You never knew you were my once-upon-a-time because I was too embarrassed to confess to you that I believe in fairytales
Which has left us on two very different pages
A little confessional freeverse
