How can you love me
for the word's I've written?
I'm not worth,

I think I'd like
to try.

You deserve so much.
And I want to give it to you.
What if I can't?

I get butterflies and
my heart beats too fast
when I read the poetry
you write for me.

You call me princes
and I can't think of a
name beautiful enough
to call you.

I'm scared.
This is all so new to me.
I've always joked about
liking girls
and Sweetness
what can I say to bring a
smile to your face?

I don't want to be
the girl who twists the
knife in so deep
you wish for the day
when you won't wake up.