I hated this about him,
It irritated me to no extent.
He could find comfort,
with or without me.
While I would still run away from it.
For it brought out my vulnerabililty.
He never understood it,
never even tried to. It was easy.
To pretend everything is okay.
Because what could hurt more than knowing,
that your love couldn't cure a broken soul.
That your love couldn't cure my broken soul.