You would know you should make this right.
You would know to come over here and already know that I was going to push you away. That I was going to be cold and tell you not to touch me.
You would know that I would look at you like you broke me, because you did.
You would know to keep trying
Keep prodding, and talking, and holding
Until I went soft
And my breathing started to slow
And we both felt slow
If you knew me at all.