Curiosity

What compelled you to act out with that unfiltered emotion?
I know we disagreed but was it really that important?
Just ask me for some space and I'd be more than receptive.
Because we can work it out best when we aren't defensive.
Acknowledging when your triggered is what respect is.
I loved you more than my need to squash and settle it.
Can you tell me what you hate about me?
So I know how to act and I can say I'm sorry,
Don't just shut me out and say I'm too angry.
I want to be better but I need help understanding.
Baby, help me please, I'm losing the curiosity.
Don't let me be the only one identifying insecurities.
Let's dive into your past together, give those demons some identity.
Sit on the same side of the table and attack them with curiosity.
I chose you, your faults, your heart and every part your story.
The problems that we had shouldn't have been between you and me.
I was really curious about the things that made you tick.
Even though they way we communicated made me sick.
If there was something I could do, that was as easy as flipping a switch.
I'd chase it like an addict constantly looking for the next fix.
I hope you know that my curiosity for you was like an itch I couldn't itch.

 

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