Terrified
of taking this chance
and letting you see
just how jagged every
little piece
of
me is. Broken, all my
scattered portions flutter
away until I'm no
longer sure of just
what
picture they used to
complete. And you come
along, strolling oh-so-
casually to retrieve
this
piece and that piece,
fitting them in their
rightful places again.
Each snugly put in with a
love
I never imagined could
exist in reality. So tell me
why, when I so clearly see
your pure intentions, why
can
I not just accept it all?
Instead I wonder, second-
guess, and contemplate
running. Can I ever just
be...
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 3:05 PM UTC
Terrified
of taking this chance
and letting you see
just how jagged every
little piece
of
me is. Broken, all my
scattered portions flutter
away until I'm no
longer sure of just
what
picture they used to
complete. And you come
along, strolling oh-so-
casually to retrieve
this
piece and that piece,
fitting them in their
rightful places again.
Each snugly put in with a
love
I never imagined could
exist in reality. So tell me
why, when I so clearly see
your pure intentions, why
can
I not just accept it all?
Instead I wonder, second-
guess, and contemplate
running. Can I ever just
be...
