You know I love you;

I love you dearly,

but I can't go back into that pit, again.

It's a danger zone.

We growled like frustrated animals,

growing tired of one another by the second.

We continuously tore down each other's affection;

we each ran further and further away from each other,

until we concealed our faces and mouths from one another with the wilted plants of hatred.

Now, we are the closet that we've ever been.

Our love is still in the palm of our hands; it's still visible.

Now you want me to say "yes," but I can't.

I do not want to enter the pit of fire, and get my heart burned by the familiar brokenness.

I'd have to take a shortcut through the tunnel of doubt, and I don't want to do that, either.

Although I am tempted by the good we had,

I'm scared that I will fall back into the bad.

I cannot resist that pit...

I mean, I cannot revisit.

I can't...

but I love you...

I can't...

I still need you...

I can't...

I love you.

Missing words. Lost.