You call me cute as if it’s a good thing,
but I see it as saying I need to be taken care of.
I don’t need your help and if you try
to get too close, away you will be shoved.

My friends say you’d like me to be girly,
and that would be accomplished if I shower.
They tell me to let you in and let you help,
But why now? I’ve done so much by my own power.

I’m trying to let you take care of me,
and I can tell I’m getting attached,
but I’m struggling to let my guard down,
because if I do, my heart will be snatched.

I’m trying to focus on my schoolwork
instead of texting you all day,
but Patient Management and Anatomy
don’t capture my attention the same way.

I hear from you periodically,
and each time I put on a stupid smile.
I’m then reminded I’m acting silly
and resume my unhygienic style.

When I let go of my concerns
and feel like giving you my all,
I have some reservations because, if I do,
this won’t be an easy fall.

I’m not saying that you’ll cause me great devastation,
yes, some hurt and pain I will feel,
but if you think I’ll crumble like other girls,
All I can say is, “come on, get real!”

I’m not afraid of falling down,
I find it quite a thrill.

I’m not afraid of bugs or worms,
Let them wander at will.

I’m not afraid of tight spaces,
Fill the room with people.

I’m not afraid of loud thunder,
Ring like bells in steeples.

I’m not afraid of larger dogs,
They’re all just really sweet.

I’m not afraid of nasty germs,
My room is never neat.

I’m not afraid to fly in planes,
It’s quicker than a drive.

I’m not afraid of being stung,
Let bees just work the hive.

I’m not afraid of all 13s,
It’s just the next in line.

I’m not afraid of failing tests,
Just study and do fine.

I’m not afraid to make mistakes,
I wrote this poem in pen.

I’m not afraid of morbid deaths,
It happens to all men.

It freaks me out you talk a lot,
but more when you shut up.

I’m scared of your cynical views,
but know you’ll laugh again.

I’m terrified to tell you that
I want you as a friend.