The Explanation

It's not something simple,

Explainable.

You hurt,

I help.

But I hurt you so easily,

And then I can't help at all.

We are alike,

But can you see how we're not?

I can't see you;

Someone else is always there.

You say I should try.

Why try

If it just gives you more scars

And me more reasons to hide,

Run,

Search so hard I'm blind

As to what I'm searching for.

It feels nice

To lie there being held,

To feel loved.

But that's not the love you look for

For always.

It's possible to connect with someone,

Love them,

Without being in love with them.

It's possible to care about them,

Crave their touch,

Maybe even wonder

About more,

Without being in love with them.

Do you understand now?

The difference?

Maybe not.

But there's a kind of person,

Still not completely sketched full,

That I can see.

I can be in love with him,

Feel the full range,

Without fear

Or worry

Or what could be mindlessness.

And he'd care for me,

He'd be just as in love with me,

As me with him.

Equals.

I still haven't explained properly.

Maybe you still don't understand.

Probably.

Maybe you still say I'm wrong.

That I should try.

Well tell me this:

What do you do

When you look at someone

And want to protect them,

Keep them from harm,

And also know that you will cause

The greatest harm they ever know

With one false step?