the weight of matter
How could you get on a plane and fly 2000 miles just to see me? How could you say I may know you better than anyone else? How could you want me to come with you on a cross-country road trip? How could you believe you've never met anyone like me? How could I ever break your heart?
And after all these years I still hold the same fears. I can’t begin to comprehend how or why anyone could hold so much weight on the line between us. It baffles me. How could my worth be so heavy? Or at least seemingly so. And this isn’t meant in any self-deprecating manner. I’m aware of what I deserve, but perhaps it makes me uncomfortable to see the weight of matter someone could see in me.
And after all these years I still hold the same fears. I can’t begin to comprehend how or why anyone could hold so much weight on the line between us. It baffles me. How could my worth be so heavy? Or at least seemingly so. And this isn’t meant in any self-deprecating manner. I’m aware of what I deserve, but perhaps it makes me uncomfortable to see the weight of matter someone could see in me.