Vacancy

I told you I’d be everything
But is there something more?
Something less?
And while your prints still cover me
I am not asking for release
But if my hands
Hurt you more than they help
Be careful with yourself
Be honest with me
If what you need is nothing
If what you need is no one near
If I can’t give you what you want
What you need
I’ll make the vacancy
Can I love you more just by leaving?