Running in quicksand to keep you here with me
"I'm not leaving you.. you know that, right?"
You barely hear his voice over everything racing through your head. You don't want to upset him, but you can't say you did know. Your life has always been an endless cycle of people claiming to love you then leaving with varying excuses. You'd always loved too much, not enough, the wrong way, the wrong person. Why would it be different now?
"I'm sorry." is all you can manage to choke out. Your words get stuck in your throat, feeling like they're blocking your airways. You can't stand it.
"Love, what you apologizing for? You ain't done nothin' wrong."
His words enter your ears, but you don't really hear them. They're pushed aside amidst the thoughts rushing through your mind. The worries and self doubts that you were so used to by now. You desperately want to believe that he isn't lying, but you can't. You can't let your guard down again.
But he doesn't need to know all of that. So you respond the only way you know how to right now; you allow yourself to be captured in his arms and sink into his chest as he warmly embraces you.
And you pray that your mind may let you convince yourself his words aren't lies.