You’d think by now
I’d be open about anything
But you’d be wrong.
I still find myself tongue tied
Hands behind my back,
The blindfold soaked in acid.
You ask my opinion
As though you really do care,
But in the end we’re just as lost
Just as unsure,
As before.
You’ll go sit underneath that window
The blindfold over your eyes
And I’ll be out there pouring my heart
Back onto paper
Because I still can’t open up
To you.
You’re different than I
And that’s okay
But mentally it’s draining
And maybe I love you
So much the control’s
Slipping away.
But I’m afraid
Because without control
I’m nothing.
Without control
I can’t trust you
Or me
Or anyone.
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