Your hand in mine,
Security.

But is that, all this should be?

            Once.
I could have.
Would have,


            Loved,
You.
Like you should be loved.

          Once.
Would have loved too,
Needed to,
Love,
And be
          Loved,
In return.

But instead I give you,
my insecurities, deceit, confusion,
B
         r
    o
           k
     e
          n
   n
         e
  s
          s.

And when,
I see,
you can't
F
I
  X
it all,

I              run,

Leaving you,

in my



d u s t.

Confused, and broken.
Because
I
am,
Confused,
       and
          Broken.

And none of it's fair.