Is it that I scare you?
Is my judgment too sharp?
I know It sounds stupid to be upset about,
but this is the second time it has happened.
The second time that someone I love has been in fear of my judgment.
I do my best to tell you how much you mean to me.
I to my best to create a safe space for you to come and hide in.
But no.
It’s fine.
I’m over reacting.
I can learn to cope with the fact that I scare the ones I love.
I just wish I could hear a loved one sing once.

I want to hold you closer than the ink on my skin and tell you stories that make you smile and light up.
I want to watch ****** movies with you so I can hold your hand and kiss your soft freckled cheeks.
I want to sing you my songs and trace the invisible lines that run up and down your legs.
I want to love you as you love me, and call you my friend, because this world is too dangerous alone.

I want your smile,
I want your love,
I want your comfort,
I want you.

I am sixteen going on lonely, and I hide secrets  between the lips of my friends.
I drink coffee to feel grown up but I hate the bitter taste.
Im afraid of ghosts and memories, but not the kinds you see in movies.
I don’t know how to feel about you leaving, but I know it’s for the best.

I was looking for a cat in the parking lot of an O’Charlie’s and I suddenly realized that you’re the only thing keeping me sane right now.

I know you heard about my past, and I swear to god i’m different.
Unless you don’t want me to be.
Do you want me to be?
I won’t change for you.
I won’t bend for you.
But you can bend me.
And I’ll be flexible.
No.
That’s not who I am.
I won’t change for you.
I changed for MYSELF.
Because changing for myself is what you want, right?

Just keep your feet on the ground, I’m getting tongue tied.
I keep forgetting to tell you what I wrote down.
So hold my shaking hands because I’m tired, love.
So keep my thoughts in check, because I’m getting worse.

My friends keep telling me it’s my fault.
My faults just keep on adding up.
I’m sick of ******* up.
I’m sick of ******* up.

So please back the *******, Im tired of your complaints.
I’ll paint my walls a different shade of black just to shut you out.
I’ll blame my mess on you and then pretend I’m ****** at you.
I’ll pin you down with my bad choices and then strangle you alive.

My friends keep telling me it’s my fault.
My faults just keep on adding up.
I don’t want to **** up.
I don’t want to **** up.