I guess maybe there's something wrong with me, Because no matter how hard I try I can't seem to hold something for too long. And I mean I guess that makes sense literally too, because when given something physical to hold, I become aggravated, and drop it. So maybe this is a test, or maybe it's a game. But, either way, I don't know if I'll like the results. You are a subject, in which I find difficult, And no matter how much I inquire about help, I still do not understand you. I believe that is what drew me to you in the first place, though. So I pray to some god I don't think exists, Telling him that I need to sort out my ****, Because if I set this one down, I swear on my life, I will not ever forgive myself. You are precious, You are rare, But somehow I feel like you're barely here. And as the days go by, and progress into months, How do I know that you'll stay? How do I know that you won't set me down, like I have set down others? How do I know what you do in your free time? I cannot question your motives, because I know I will be disappointed. So I sit on my *** and count the days until you notice I'm falling apart.