סקיצות מחיים דיספונקציונליים

And then I couldn't, I couldn't fight no more, and I had to give up.
Gracefully, I admitted my defeat, and it's not like I didn't try.
Because I knew I cannot help you fight your demons inside. This was
your cross to bear. There was nothing I could do but watch and hope
that the part of you that has hope, however small, however crushed,
will win.

And that night I dreamed, I dreamed that the day will come where you
will stand there with open arms waiting for me, and you will look at
me, and see me, really see me, and you will let me in. your heart will
be open for me, for something good to happen to you, to us. You will
allow yourself to feel, to hold and be held, and let yourself believe
that it's ok, that you can, that you are allowed, that it's safe, that
you need and deserve to hang on to someone else.

Hang on to me. I am standing, my door is open, my arms, my heart is
open. I cannot argue, attack, erode your demons verbally, but I can
stand and wait. And I will. I will wait as long as you tell me, as
long as it takes for them to clear the way- to let you be, just let you
be free to be with me.