I would be heavenly if baby you'd just rescue me now..

You're not the only ones who
needs to be saved from this.
I know that you're still
broken. You claim to have
mended but I can still see
the scorches where the flame
got too close. I'm trying, dear.
You ask me to just be here.
Help you through the stiches
and keep it from ripping back
open and I'm here. I'm always
here for you.
And the seconds that you
kept me warm, I felt your
healed parts. I fell farther
down when you pulled me
in close as if I was all that
you really needed that night.
And you enveloped me entirely
and I knew then and there
that this was good. This was
where MY race starts. Her
marathon is over and you're
ready to start running again.
But I swear to God, I think
you're running away.
Don't run away.
For the sake of my heart,
For the same of ME being okay..
I was there for you.
Please.
Be here for me.
Hold me again.
Tell me that it meant to you
like it meant to me. Tell me
that I'm not alone and that
it'll be okay, tell me what I
told you over and over again.
I need you.
I know you're the first in a long
line to not have hidden agendas
and a knife itching for a spot
between my shoulder blades.
I know that you're right. I feel
it. But please.
Let it be.
Let it be what it is meant to be,
because I've never wanted
anything so badly as I want
this to go right. For the both of us.
Can't you do that for me?