I'm not that smart
                                          So talk slow

I have good hearing
                                          whisper

I know
                                         So don't make me think

I don't care
                                          But make me

I have a good memory
                                           So don't make me want to forget

I love
                                            Don't make me hate

I'm not safe
                                            Make me secure

I can't make up my mind
                                             Help me decide

I'm broken
                                             Glue me back together

I want
                                             Be what I need

I'm lost
                                              Find me

It is a known fact that:
Humans are born with two fears,
The fear of falling
And the fear of loud noises.

The fear of falling in love
And the fear of saying "I love you"

People say I have soft hands.
Smooth to the touch.
Soft and sweet.

But I dont like when they say that.
"Wow, your hands are so soft"
I can't help but take some kind of offence.

The soft hands that haven't done much,
Young and pure.
Unknowning and innocent.

They haven't done anything yet in theses short years.
Assisting but never actually doing.
Careful and timid.

Never have they been worn down from work.
Or raw from the hardships of the day.
Never bleeding,scratched or hurt.

Nor have they felt the hand of another's.
To hold in a tight gasp.
Not loved and caressed.

They want to be numb with pain, and love.
Worked until they can no longer live.
Leave life not as they entered,
Leave with a hardened pride, strength and work.

Sweet Sinning...
Is eating raw cookie dough when no one is looking
Breaking a cookie so you have no choice but to eat it (you can't serve that to guests)
When your only worry is burning the cookies

I'm sorry. I guess.
I think I should be,
I think I hurt you.
But I had to find out second hand.

I'm sorry. I guess.
That you didn't talk to me,
Because ignoring me
Is colder and crueler.

I'm sorry. I guess.
That we both were hurt,
You didn't understand how I felt.
I never told you.

I'm sorry. I guess.
We were close,
Too honest,
Too free and easy going.

I'm sorry. I guess.
That you ever felt that way,
Becuase I never did.
But maybe I felt something.

I'm sorry. I guess.
I'm just tired of whatever that was.
What we weren't
What you wanted.

I'm sorry. I guess.
You weren't ment to hear that.
I didn't mean those words,
For you to hear.

I'm sorry. I guess.
That you thought I was a better person
And you realized that.
I'm sorry I guess I'm not.

I think it's happening again *
I'm      
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For you