It's a mistake
It's a crude
Crude mistake of
Me to let
Myself talk to
You again when
I'm sure of
Why I stopped
On day one

You make me
Nervous with your
Passion it's not
An angry within
You but just
Sweet sorrow that
I can't understand
I don't know
Why you would
See me so
Tenderly and sweet
When I've been
Cold and brash

Abrasive and rash
With my words
To you just
Out of fear
And general distaste
For the emotion.