When it hurts,
tell me to stay.
When leaving becomes easy
and it’s too soon be something you need,
at least make me feel wanted.
When it hurts,
will you stay?
When walking away becomes an option
and bedroom escapades no longer make me necessary,
can you long for my mind in ways that make love still feasible.
When it hurts,
and the pain speaks to you.
When it hurts,
and you run out of ways to fight for us.
If I become too much and you see our love as a burden,
while you guard your heart and protect your sanity
will you let me carry the weight?
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