I started to trust you,
to let you in.
I started to let you
under my skin.
I started to believe
the things that you told me.
I started to fall,
thinking you'd hold me.

I started to release
my thoughts to you.
I started to give you
my inner truths.

I started realise
that things were changing.
I started to realise
you were phasing.
Words got harsher
line by line,
you'd think I'd done
an unthinkable crime.

I'm still fallen,
getting up off my knees,
thinking of asking,
begging with pleas,
but I choose not to.
You've chosen your choice,
and I need to choose, too.
But I can't help feeling;
can I lose, you, too?