Exploitation

You didn't need a lover
   You needed someone to be your mother, someone to hold you tight and tell you when you were
   Getting out of line.
I stepped inside your insecurities time and time again, telling myself that- "this time it'll be fine, this time it'll work."
  Maybe you picked the wrong lover
 You needed someone you could smother, someone you could devote all your energy to
It was an accident
    The way that our life was spread out on the freeway
With each minute passing away in the soft sighs that escaped me
  I lost myself in you
It was intimidating- to know that I could care again, to know that I wasn't dead inside

There was an accident last week, and in the faces of the causalities I could see myself
The way my life had been sprayed across the road and set up for public scrutiny
     It wasn't your fault, it was never your fault
I was a lost cause from the beginning
      That's just the thing, I was lost-
So many times I'd told myself that "it can only be up from here"
But people seem to forget about the y-axis, they don't think that they can stay in that same pathetic depression for years and years
    I hated that my life was opened up for interpretation, set out in delicate little lines for people to drive by shaking their heads and saying
"I hope no one was hurt"
     but you were, and maybe I was, too.

You say you heal. You shouldn't have to.