I’m but a mere romantic dying
like a fish out of water,
The truth I know is that
You’ll never know me in the way I want you to.
But if you persist,
I’ll shed my petals and expose my crystal heart
webbed with cracks,
for you to see and mend
If you wish to do so.
You think I’m confident
but all I do is doubt myself.
Maybe the first step to breaking out
is to lock myself in,
Maybe the first step to avoid getting hurt
Is to go and keep the weapon in my hand.