I haven’t outgrown you – you’ve outgrown me.
I’m like a child; I don’t want to give away my safety.
You were my blanket, you held me tight.
You kept me warm and made me safe.
You made me happy, you were my home
I was never going to let you go.
But now things are different, things have changed.
You’re no longer soft, you don’t keep me warm.
When you’re wrapped around me, I’m terrified, I don’t feel safe.
This isn’t right, I don’t deserve this.
Like a child I gave you all the love in the world.
Yet I wasn’t enough, neither was my love.
You slithered away and looked towards other girls.
I miss my blanket, I miss my security.
But my blanket is no good for me; it itches my skin and makes me bleed.
I’ve learned to give myself that love; I’ve given myself that security.
And as for keeping myself warm at night,
I’ve learned to build a fire, I’ll be alright.
