Hold my hand
when I'm too proud to admit
that I'm scared,
of life, of love, of you.
A part of me,
needs all of you
to be whole again.
What am I missing?
My life has turns
of which I can't explain.
Sometimes I just need to hear
what you have trouble saying.
A brace for the days when
I'm weaker than most.
A shoulder for the days
when the tears I say don't come,
fall from my worried eyes.
I hold through the night
very loosely.
My shell is only as hard as I
pretend it is.
I'm cracked and bruised.
I'm tired and worn.
I'm as cliché' as these lines
you read.
I won't lie,
I never have, and I can't.
When I say I do,
I do.
So, please,
tell me?
I need to know that
when I sleep at night,
I'm safe with you. |
Submission Name: Break Me
