I Remember
I remember begging him to stay
In a place where there were as many holes in the walls as there were in our hearts
In a place where bruised hands longed for each other's warmth
In a place where the only time he could say he loved me was in his sleep
In seperate beds
Looking back I worked so hard building on lies just to learn that I was much happier
when his space was empty
when I listened to my own voice rather than dwelling on his silence
with you it's different
I remember you choosing to stay despite what was written in my history
In a place where we craved each other in the most innocent way
In a place where our hands easily match and intertwine
In a place where we mumble soft I love you's
In the messy bed we share
Looking at it now I've found truth in who I am
I'm aware of the beauty we are capable of creating together
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