You call me cute as if it’s a good thing,
but I see it as saying I need to be taken care of.
I don’t need your help and if you try
to get too close, away you will be shoved.

My friends say you’d like me to be girly,
and that would be accomplished if I shower.
They tell me to let you in and let you help,
But why now? I’ve done so much by my own power.

I’m trying to let you take care of me,
and I can tell I’m getting attached,
but I’m struggling to let my guard down,
because if I do, my heart will be snatched.

I’m trying to focus on my schoolwork
instead of texting you all day,
but Patient Management and Anatomy
don’t capture my attention the same way.

I hear from you periodically,
and each time I put on a stupid smile.
I’m then reminded I’m acting silly
and resume my unhygienic style.

When I let go of my concerns
and feel like giving you my all,
I have some reservations because, if I do,
this won’t be an easy fall.

I’m not saying that you’ll cause me great devastation,
yes, some hurt and pain I will feel,
but if you think I’ll crumble like other girls,
All I can say is, “come on, get real!”