i don't know if i'll ever feel safe in a world that revolves around coffee and cigarettes.

i don't know if i feel safe around men, especially lovers or fathers.

i will never be safe in your hands, or his hands, or your heart, or my own

but i can be happy whenever i chose, because happiness is me and you

and i fear your strength, your closeness, his touch, and yours

but most of all, i fear your love