He came like a summer rain,
much needed after a long drought.
He wiped away my tears,
held back my fears,
but I don't think I'm good enough.
He has no idea how I feel.
Not because he's ignorant,
but because I kept him in the dark.
How would I ever heal
if he were to find out
that i'm messed up,
a broken shell of a girl?
I can make jokes and pretend to laugh,
but inside,
I'm a coward.
Too scared to ever make the first step toward happiness.
Like I said though,
he came
like a much needed summer rain
and swept me off my feet.
What have I gotten myself into?