I ran, holding on to my pride like armor,
Because loving from a distance hurt less than laying my heart bare across the table
It made me feel safe;
Like I still had control.
But in holding my heart so tightly, I kept out the very love I needed.
I thought I was keeping my heart safe, but I was  only wounding it in silence.
Their hands reached out for mine, But I pulled away,
Mistaking what could've been kindness,
Was danger.
And maybe that was the loss, not what they didn't give me,
But the gentle knock I kept ignoring until it faded.