Hiding In Plain Sight.

I am a mess inside but composed in fragments.

Did I offend you? Or am I blind and naive?

Maybe I am a fool, a fool for you.

I chase you when you run, wishing to embrace,

and I long to hold you to ease those nerves.

I love you and I am afraid of the silence...

But when you look at me,

all I can do is smile...

I am afraid I am dying inside and you're fading away,

my pain and inexperience blinding me from it;

please---I know you'll stay but something feels off.

Who is not okay?

Author's Note

07.01.2014