Do you have the time to hold me close while I cry, and listen to me talk of everything and nothing all at once?
Do you have the patience to pick up the two or three pieces let of my broken heart?
Will you reach out a hand when everyone’s there? Will you reach out a hand and show me for once it’s okay to be scared?
Will anyone tell me it’s okay to cry, tell me I can say goodbye.
Will you scream and leave me when I tell you I don’t like to be touched?
Will you even care why or just leave in a rush?
Will you steady my hands when they’re shaking with fear?
Will you tell me you love me…and show me it’s true, and if I don’t believe you don’t say that where through…
Will my dry eye’s and glued on smile fool you? or will you see right through?
Will my face of stone scare you, or make you want to see the softness underneath,
Will my flat sarcastic tone anger you or make you want to know the real me?
Are you smart enough to know when to stay or go?
Are you smart enough to know, that I’ll never be whole.

Just some random thoughts that ended up turning into a poem but meh.