It's alright, I can take it. I can take the unpromising. I can take the brevity. I can take the wavering. I can take the fading. The mutable. The movable. The uncertainty. The doubt. The hesitance. I can take the shyness, the indefinite, the cowardliness. I can take the weaving, the bobbing, the swerving, shaking, ducking, and hiding. I can take it. So tug at me. Pull me close, tell me pretty things. I can take it. I want my chest to rip itself open and let it in. Because I can take it. Everything comes and goes. Just come in. I'll be saloon doors, swinging.
If not, I'd come running anyway.
If not, I'd come running anyway.
