Password

When I say I want to take it slow,

I don’t mean with our bodies.

That’s not what I’m afraid of.

It’s not the physical intimacy that scares me,

it’s the things you say to me in the darkness.

I keep a lock on my past,

a password on my pain.

I wish I could tell you what the right combination was,

because you’re going to find out eventually,

that I’m broken

but powerful.

But even I don’t know.

Only you

and time

can figure it out.

 

 

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