I'm your December,
you are my January.

The end of a year
and the begining of a new.

I am the despair,
you are the hope.

You love me,
I do too.

But,

I just don't wish for you,
to share the same angst.

I want more words.
Talk to me more please.
Show me how much you need me to hear your thoughts.
I want to be inside of your head, right there chasing away your doubts.
Is that too much?
Let me in baby, I’ll show you peace in there.
Inside those fears I’ll shine love.
This is it though,
I won’t ask again. .