I'm very self-aware of my lack of strength,
I'm pretty weak in general but your presence gives my heart the strength to keep pumping,
I admit I can't protect myself very well, but I promise to protect your heart with a lock and key to a safe cell.
I'm not unaware of the curves my body moulds, but weirdly I don't care when I feel your hands moving along them instead I just fold.
My knees are pretty weak and I whine, but they fall indubitably limp when I feel your skin against mine,
I'm touchy at heart, it's not my favourite trait; though I'm stubborn and moody even just the thought of knowing you're mine weakens those selfish thoughts without a moments wait,
I don't like my smile, but for some reason I can't wait to feel my aching smile lines when I haven't seen you for a while.
You touch me in the most beautiful way: you weaken my desires that are deemed selfish, because with you I cannot be hoggish.
You remind me that I have a heartbeat when I don't feel alive, you bring me the life that I forget I strive in.
When you're around the strength I lack isn't a problem, because with you around I lose focus of those characteristics I hyperfixate on; of you, I'm a victim.
