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Something that has been bothering me for some time now.

My mother and father, they had destroyed one another
Taking their lives, but never their love
Abandoned they had left it there, smoldering with embers
They had forgotten

I was small, never the one to speak
And so I had been silent, weeping gently
With a fear that a similar fate is what I would meet

But as your thumb touches my cheek, I beg you not to leave

I am allowing vulnerability, a lethal trait
Embracing it as I would you
Fully knowing it is a risk,
A risk I had made not too soon

Author's Note

Typed on the spot, so not expecting it to be wonderful. Just needed some emotional purging.