These days
Oh these days without you have been quite different.
These delicate words are an elegant exchange for your heart, maybe even a bit of time
For the time that I met you, I never knew the word grace.
Stuck with my blinders on, all I saw was the fighting
All I saw was the betrayal, the hurt, the anger, the way you /broke me/
The way I broke you right back, tearing into you.
I only saw what you did to me.
Not why you did what you did.

Sometimes when we grow up in "homes"
The walls don't feel like walls, the parents never call,
You raise yourself alone, you're always on your own
And even then it's hart to tell if you're anything at all
I know the hurt, I know the way you repress
I know the survival methods,

I know that you only hurt because you've been hurt.

Sweetheart, I know there's good in you
I've seen it.
God, have I ever seen it.

I wish that I could have helped you
I hope that you've forgiven me enough to see that these words are genuine

I gain nothing from hurting you.

To the ghost that's been on my mind,

Chat some time? <3