I can tell that you want to get out of here, disappear

Maybe you think that no one will notice if you quietly slip out the front door 

You've done it before.

Made an excuse

Only to make it back home

To your beckoning bed 

to your safe place

where there is no judgement 

no anxiety 

no stress

how could I blame you 

but then I find myself alone in the room once again 

facing fears by myself 

and you are nowhere to be seen

but the difference is I need you

do you need me? 


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