FICKLE L♡VE

Anxiety pounds in my chest

Keeps me asking if this is what's best.

You’re the first I’ve ever pled to,

First I gave my heart.

You have more experience than I,

Your treatment of me is my guide.

Your loving comments and gentle tides soothe me.

But the love I give myself is fickle,

Therefor the love I give you is the same.

Keep telling me the words of hope that doesn't wane.

Instill me with the confidence I walk with but don't have.

Because one day we’ll be able to hold hands,

I never thought I’d switch from a ’Dear Her’ to a ’Dear Him’.

But even now it's just ’Dear You’,

And all your words give me the thought to pursue:

My dreams, my wants, my love, my ions,

This relationship, I hope. Is never through.

Promises young love leads are as important to me as the need to alive.