I love our conversations
The one our eyes have
When the lips are practicing patience
And our eyes are holding stares
When you were at my doorstep
 and me at my door
holding the handle in one hand
Hoping you will ask for more
More stares of conversation our hearts seem to have
Or maybe it's me dreaming
And it was only just a glance

I have yet to be loved
By someone who has a heart
Because all I know
Is the ones full of scars
And I get treated "nicely"
With tears down my face
Because I don't know what to do
To get out of their pace
So when I finally meet that someone
Who can actually love me
I will run the other way
Because I know they will hurt me
Not the way others have
But in a way so sad
Because I have no idea how to handle
A love like that