I don’t want to be afraid…
I don’t want to not be with you…
I don’t want to back away…
I’m just not ready yet…

I know I come off playing hard ball…
I know I come off like I want to rip your clothes off…
I know I come off like I know what I’m doing…
I’m just not ready yet…

There’s only so much you can have of me…
There’s only so much I can change…
There’s only so much of a burden I can carry…
I’m just not ready yet…

I want to be tethered to you…
I want to be by your side…
I want to be your perfection and passion…
I’m just not ready yet…

I’m sorry I can’t be everything you need…
I’m sorry I can’t be flawless…
I’m sorry I can’t be a rule breaker…
I’m sorry, but I’m just not ready yet…

It starts with one.
One day.
One moment.
One time.
One choice.
One mistake.

It continues with too.
Too much.
Too fast.
Too many misunderstandings.
Too undeniable.

It ends with three.
"I Love You."
"I Hate You."
"We Are Over."

It crumbles with four.
Four empty days.
Four sleepless nights.
Four drinks.
Four doses.
Four fights.

It disintegrates with five.
Five weeks.
Five breakdowns.
Five ideas that should be let go of.

It finalizes with one.
One day.
One moment.
One time.
One choice.
One mistake.