Of me you take hold, my most vulnerable elements.
Leaving behind your irrevocable trace.
Petrified I am, of falling at the precise moment in which you commence to walk away.
Scars and voids being all that remain, ones I could never begin to fill again.
Terrified I am, of your perfection.
The way you break down walls, walls which I have so vigorously attempted to build.
Awakening countless monsters in me, yet I lie enraptured by the power you hold to cease them.
Around you all my guards are down.

Petrified I am. Terrified I am.

Vulnerable.