I want to be your weakness.
Will you be vulnerable with me, let me see.
It’s ok, you can let me in.
You’re my weakness.
In the best way.
I’d do just about anything for you to lace your fingers in mine,
trace imaginary lines on my skin and whisper to me
that we’ll manage some how.
Are you being oblivious?
Or is it true? You don’t want me and you?
You speak about the places you’ve been, the things you’ve seen, your family, your friends. I could listen to you until the world ends.
The sound of your voice is a comfort to be in.
I want to learn everything.
Will you let me in?
Or is it true?
You don’t want me and you