You tell me you get so afraid,
I tell you not to worry,
But I’m shivering,

When you say these things,
They seem so innocent,
But I imagine the worst,

I fear the lines hidden behind your eyes,
Hundreds of miles away,
    So easy to trick.

Don’t hurt me.
You say you couldn’t,
But you did before,
I can’t help feeling helpless,
I can’t even save you.

Our sentimentality is a bandage,
But sometimes my blood is too much,
It leaks through the stitches,
Soaks the wound in red,
        I fear bleeding out.
And a whole lot more.

*Hold me.