I just want someone to hold my hand
Im not requesting that you hold me up
Im not asking you to wipe away my tears
I just want you to let me cry it out with you near
I often would rather be alone
because if I like you- I'll like you too much
your absence would send me off the edge
don't start nothing with me if you're prepared to dissappear
with little to no discussion before
Im too fragile and my heart is on my sleeve
I hate layers cuz they overwhelm me
so simple things move my heart
I have high walls but the walls are thin
delicacy might as well be my middle name
guess that could be another definition of faith

I hate that you hate me.
There's nothing wrong with that.
But, really?
I know I'm incapable of helping myself.
Because, I wouldn't know what to do.
Wouldn't know where to start.
But, all I know is you make it so obvious..
That
You
Are
Writing
Poems
About
*Me.­