Cutting loss,
Counting costs,
Seeing your wounds are sovering even if you will never see mine.
For everything I dislike about you there are ten more I love.
Creating boundaries feels like watching you give up on yourself.
Its like I can see your brokeness infused in your mentallity...
Seeping out in every other word ...
I think its ***ed up (to you) how I shrank myself to fit in your space ... Dishonest maybe ?
It cant be fair that I cardon off little pieces of me ... the parts I dont trust you with.
Even though I didnt give you a chance to prove yourself trustworthy.
Sometimes your ego brushes up against mine leaving scrapes and scratches.
Yet still I am drawn to you ?
Yet still your chest is my favorite place to sleep ??
Yet still you posess power to disarm me with such ease ???
But it feels like a self betrayal ...
The silence of your rejection was deafening.
Its almost painful to hold back nurturing and loving energies when I can feel you needing ...
But it feels like ... you cant see the fullness of me; of my value.