Two Nights.

Last night, as I fell asleep in your arms,
the arms I'd grown to depend on,
to always want to run to...
I cried myself to sleep,
Knowing the night would end and your feelings, too.

Those tender 'I love yous' would ring in my head once again,
like they did during the December before.
Your embrace will forever be carved in my skin,
that night I finally gave in to you,
and that fateful promise that drug me back into you completely.

And yet I'm the one who feels guilty.
Guilty of wanting you to know my pain, know my heartbreak.
How hard I cry while no one is watching,
how broken you leave me every time.

And yet it's selfish and stupid,
and that's why you won't know,
because I'm hoping for yet another try.