Hey...
You're looking a little down,
As if you might cry.
You look as if one touch,
Would shatter your very self.
Does it really bother you that much,
To see that powdery snow?
These raindrops you feel,
Seem as if they're cold.
I think you just might drown,
From the way you hold yourself,
And these feelings that I get,
To see you blame yourself.
Am I talking too fast,
for you to hear my sounds?
Or am I hurting you,
With every beat of my heart?
May I touch you?
Or will you fall?
Everything hurts too much,
For anyone to even see,
That the problem isn't you,
It all comes down to me.
I swear that I'm not bitter,
That this love has not been false,
I swear that I won't cheat you,
I swear that to be true.
But I need you to understand the things that will hurt me.
The things that scare me,
Are not silly childish refrains:
They are what makes me who I am,
So please let me rephrase.
All I feel is scared,
And not that you'll be addicted,
All that's scary to me,
Is everything it stands for,
And everything it has done.
Please just understand,
That's all that's wrong for me.
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A Small Box Of Poetic Anomalies
PoetryThis is a book of my written poetry. These are poems that are personal to me and are in my journal. Some of them weren't written in my journal but are still important. They were written across the span of my life and the only ways you get my words a...
