To give you my hand as a friend is safe for me to do
To care for you at a distance will keep me from hurting and reopening a wound that has turned into a scar a long time ago
To allow you to return will only bring memories and questions to my mind as well as tears to my tried eyes
To allow you to give me a hug and kiss on my cheek will make me wonder will you be a gentleman or only a man
To open up and reveal what we may have to the public may only reveal the illusion of lust lies but to open up is all i can do
to see if your word is a bond that will make me happy.
To extend my hand with the broken parts of my heart too you, would mean you have to put it back together again with nothing out of place. Even though I know it will never be the same because blood was spilled and time want wait for you to mend this broken heart.
You will hear my last beat of my heart,
see the last tear inside my flesh
that will shatter like broken glass and tear me apart.
Since, I want to live.
I will offer you a kiss on your cheek and my warm arms will open up to embrace your feelings, but if i feel pressure of despair
I will turn and walk away.
Now, that we have come face to face
you reveal a need and warmth of security that will be near, but only near enough to make me know there is no feelings, of love but only pity.
Pity I do not want but love is what i want to offer.
Now, i shall give you this answer
I will keep you here but I will be hiding behind a door to protect what has not been damage.
"Now take your place beside me with trust, behind me with doubt or in front of me with deceit. "