Commitment

Six years.

Six years of support and love.

Tears and crying on shoulders.

Growing up with one another.

Our childhood showed us how to not be.

Both from dysfunctional families, yours more than mine.

You don't know your dad, don't speak to the other and don't understand the last.

Mom never showed you how to love another, so you keep your heart closed off.

I've passed by most of your "CLOSED" signs, but only with Tequila do some switch to "OPEN".

You slammed the door on my heart.

It makes me feel unwanted, not needed.

You pour adrenaline in your coffee and sprinkle impulse on your fries.

You claim your not afraid.

But if you have no fear, how are you so scared?