I don't know you well.
the surface was scratched.
I can't say I love you,
but I care.
I was seeking a ship wreck.
You were looking to be saved.
A comfortable place.
A doorway to rest your boots.
And I gave what I could,
it's a familiar role.
My fear may have soured me
but my hands only held the truth.
And my lips,
only craved yours.
written November 13th 2014
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