I’m afraid of the emptiness.
The one that will come soon after.
When you distance from me.
The emptiness left by the absence of your fingers between mines.
The emptiness left when your eyes no longer lay on me.
The emptiness left by the absence of your heavy weight on my chest.
All of your absence will leave me with emptiness.
And that, is exactly what scares me.
I choose to let go, I don’t want to fall.
Letting go is harder than I thought it would be,
So I want to make you leave,
I need it to be your choice, not mine.
I’ll show you my scars, wide open
I’ll show you my eyes, fading.
I’ll show you my heart,full and empty at the same time.
I’ll show you my soul, broken.
I know it will scare you.
You can’t take care of a broken soul.
You’ll get afraid and walk away.
. . . . . . See. . . . . . . .
The choice will be yours.