Sometimes putting up a brave front is a terrible thing.
When people think you're strong or brave.
They think it's ok to hurt you.
Because you can take it, because you will bounce back.
But i'm not brave anymore
They broke me.
The walls they rise up high, my guard is up.
Everything that was so easy before, now seems so hard to accomplish.
I'm more afraid than ever to trust.
And i'm tired.
Somehow i feel as if I'm stuck on a ride.
The ups are so high, so wonderful, i feel my breath being taken away.
But when it drops, so low, cold and harsh, i feel the wind knocked right out of me.

Insecurities.
I'm not sure where all of this stem from.
But i know they're real.
They haunt me, especially at times when the mind is weak.
When logic leaves me in a state I detest and fear so much.
I'm terrified that my own thoughts and feelings will ruin everything.

To me you're like serendipity.
Something amazing that fell right into my life when i wasn't looking.
If you stand in my shoes and look at you through my eyes.
Even for a moment, it will all make sense.
And perhaps everything will be so easy.
Because you'll see that all i want is real simple.
Not gifts, not money, not stature, not fancy dates.
I can probably sum it up in one word.
Time.