Living In the Past
You give me flowers and chocolate
I wait for the yelling
You apologize for your mistakes
I wonder when you’ll turn on me
You give me space when I need it
I hold my breath for the guilt trip
You compliment me
But you don’t point out my flaws
I drop a plate and cut my hand
Instead of anger I’m met with worry
I flinch away from soothing palms
After fighting demons all night
Calming hands pet my head
Why are you so kind to me
How have I gone so long without aches and bruises
Why do you listen to my doubts
Why do your arms feel like home
Is it because you love me
Or because I love you