Hey you,
I hardly know who you are but I feel safe. I feel like nothing in the world can hurt me in your arms. The way you look at me with awe and innocence.
You don't really know me either. Two weeks ago when we met, you fixed my bike, I never thought it would get this far. I thought I'd ghost you like the rest of them who just want to hop into my pants. But I think when you fixed my bike, you might have fixed a small part of me. The part of that hates and burns everything around me. My condescending ego makes me into stone, reckless, and weak. Slowly I'll get there, to become better.
I tell you I'm not a nice person and you tell me you fuck with that. You are not like the rest, maybe because this place hasn't poisoned you with its sultry thoughts and ways.
YOU ARE READING
I Can't Let You In
RandomI see you, more than you may know it. I let it slip out once but I will pretend I didn't say it. My deeper thoughts you will never hear but I feel them every time I am around you.
