You should’ve talked to me
That one time I needed you to
When you could’ve told me anything
And I’d have listened anyway

It might have hurt less
Might have helped anyhow
If you didn’t recoil
When I reached for your touch

You see, I wanted it all
Including all you couldn’t give
I’d be there with my hands open,
Ready when you are

 I said, “Walk with me”
To the door, to whatever end
But you stepped aside and said,
“I’d rather not, not anymore”



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