Your hand against my knee; simple, sweet, and completely terrifying. You seem so nice, full of good intent, but they all do in the beginning. I know I’m being crazy, but all I can think about is what you want from me. What do you think of me? If I fall for you would you be kind? Would I put myself in harms way again by letting you in?
And then, you kiss me. As you lean in I feel butterflies for the first time in forever. But then you kiss me, and I feel nothing. I have nothing left to give. I gave my whole heart to someone who threw it away so carelessly. How do you love after that? How does anyone love in the first place?
~l m d