I went to take a seat on the ground expecting to cry once and then let everything go, but then you sat beside me.
With your warm presence, warm voice.
Here i am with cold feet , cold hands wanting to touch you.
Maybe through the pain i thought to myself that you are what i needed, but what if you are?
What could possibly go wrong if i let my hands touch your skin, let my fingers run through your hair, and let your hands hold mine?
I must have been out of it with liquid courage laughing while i had my heart on my sleeves, when really i should be guarding it after i had just picked it up.
I must have been crazy thinking that just because you held me from stumbling on my feet,you would actually catch me as i fall.
My body feeling warm again after months of going back and forth thinking i’m some kind of freak for not being able to maintain someone’s loyalty.
I know its stupid, considering how I kept being told it’s his lost not mine.
So tell me, why is it that I’m afraid of gaining you because I’m afraid of losing you?
It’s crazy. I don’t even have the slightest chance.
You are a gentleman who treats everyone right, and I’m just chaos that no one wanted to tame.
So when my winds got a feel of your warmth i figured i was never meant to be held down,
and as my mind created tornadoes out of our encounter, it slowly destroyed every piece of me in the best ways possible.
Letting my pieces fall together as to who i was always suppose to be.
I was always meant to be imperfect, and i was bound to meet someone who saw the beauty in all my fallen pieces.
You make me feel like that’s you.