When I talk to you,
everything feels right;
everything feels okay.
You hurt me, I know;
and, now, you know
that, too.
Maybe I'm a little bit
more closed off and it
may take me a little
while to find that same
level of trust in you that
we once had; that rare
kind of trust.
But, that's okay.
I'll fix myself;
I'll find my way
back to you again.
For now, I'll bask in
how right it feels to
speak to you, to tell
you how much I love you.
For now,
I will pretend.
