My love for people
is small.

I've been
kicked around,
tossed to the
ground,
and belittled
by my peers.

So becoming friends
with someone is
hard.

I push them away
and hope they'll
go away.
I hope that maybe
I can get them
to hate me
even though
I don't actually
want that.

So when I fell in love
with you
I didn't push you
away.
I held you close
as you tried to
escape.
How the tables
have turned
for me.