Is it not odd?
How as I layed here and dreamt of you,
You later sent a message through.

I sit here and wonder,
How could you not hate me?

I don't seem to think I'm any good for you,
You don't seem to be any good for me either.

Why am I so used to expecting so little of us?
Yet we've always reached mighty high,
I dont wish to deceive you,
I dont wish to hurt you.

Yet you alone terrify me,
Ignite a flame within me,
I only wish to be held by you.

There is no guarantee in this world,
Life can be very short,
For someone as confused as me,
I dont wish to stunt your growth.

Yet I wish for you,
For you to simply hold me,
Love me and be yourself as I love you,
Is this a bond that could be re-glued?
© A. A. De La Rosa