Is it too late to say
I still love you?
Is it too late to state the fact that sometimes
You make me feel at home within the chaos?
Is it too late to say
that sometimes you make life worth living?
Your numbing the pain
And that terrifies me
To no extent
Because what happens when you're gone?
And the chaos returns
Hardening around me and taking
Everything I've ever known
Away from me?
