Do you really love me?
This?
Can you actually love something that is torn to shreds
You like to make sure I still love you
But I have to stop myself from asking that question
Because it would never end
And then you wouldn't
I have to tell myself you do
Even with everything in me fighting against that
I've poured everything out to you for months
What would I do if you ran with that?
You see my insecurities are my worst enemy
And it's not the knife you hold in your hand
That is going to my heart
You see we have these knives to protect eachother.
I'm just protecting you from me
As I slowly
Slowly slid the knife through my rib cage
To the wild animal sitting inside
But I'm not the only one
Sending theoretical knives past my skin.
Those are the ones who make me ask
How anyone can ever really love me?
