I am a delicate soul; you will notice it from the very beginning. I do not show my affection at start
but please bear with me; I need time to sort my thoughts, to breathe correctly,
to talk without trembling and to smile without breaking down into multiple
little tears.
My aggressiveness is
just a defensive response, I am broken inside and still rebuilding myself. I can not let anyone in even when I know I can trust them…or can I?
Will you hold me into your
arms and squeeze hard enough for me to feel you but not hard to the point that
I break? Will you hold my hand and lead me to the end of the tunnel when I arrive
at night and can hardly see? Will you stay by my side when I weep, weep, miss
myself, and lose myself repeatedly? Will you show me love when I can hardly
feel?
Will you watch me break
myself again accidentally and help me pick up the pieces I broke?
Will you pray to God
that I find grace?
Do I make you smile? Laugh? Feel Warm? Cherished?