You broke me into pieces I didn't know I had, but you already knew that. The first time you laid hands on me every scratch I had seemed to disappear only moments later to return as cracks. How did I get so fragile? How could you bear to touch me? I felt the ice in my heart turn to fire and I thought it was because I was starting to feel alive again but really I was fighting for my life. My heart's adrenaline was fleeing from a monster I didn't know I had until it was too late. I know now that the world waits for no one and if I were to stop this vicious cycle the time I would need to mend is much too great for this world to handle. So I don't know if I'm afraid of losing you or afraid that in the time it will take me to mend the world will simply leave me behind. I am much too insecure to be left behind by the two things that matter most.