Updated: Nov 27, 2017
The fear is a familiar creature. It lurks in the peripherals of my mind. Just barely out of sight. How I wish they were not in sight. Would you be better to me?
Would you love me more?
Would this all be better if I were fearless for you?
Speak to me, touch me,
make me feel wanted. Let me feel your hot hands all over. Turn those icy eyes on me. Can’t you see that I need you?
Will you tell me what I’ve done? Can I fix it?
I’ve become glass for you. In need of your gentle care. Can’t you hear me breaking? I am shattering but your voice can repair the damage.
Do you like me in pieces at your feet?