Now that I have a minute to take a breath and think about myself,

the only thing I think about is You.

You. You. You.

And I'm always looking forward to seeing you.

But when we meet, sometimes I feel like you don't have enough patience to me.

It's like you've had enough, you run out of patience toward me.

I know sometimes I'm childish and impatient too,

but yesterday when you held my arm so tight,

I really felt like a scared child for a moment.

I'm not scared of You.

I'm just scared of what we can be transformed into

if we just stopped taking care of each other on the inside.