I apologise if I act a little cold sometimes,
but I am remaining cautiously guarded,
afraid to face another painful round
of empty promises and broken hearts.
You rescued me from a butterfly's cage,
explaining that learning to fly again
would not happen overnight,
and on my very weakest days,
you convinced me that I will be okay.
I hope that you can hear me
when I wish for you to save me,
because silence sometimes overtakes me,
as I try to figure out the rules to your love
that might make you leave me.
I let you see behind the crumbling walls inside of me,
beneath my innocence to every insecure piece of me,
and I hope you do not fail in proving to me
that love can stay.
But if I am a little cold sometimes,
the truth is that I don't want you to love me at all
if you are only briefly passing through.
I am forever remaining cautious,
afraid of being broken again.
