A ghost.
Caught in the middle road -
between you and me.
And I'm haunted on this earth,
in sleep and in my earliest waking hours,
or when I'm least expectant,
or every time I blink.
Hear my cry:
Take these ghosts from me,
take it all away.
And you do, my love, you do.
With every close embrace,
there's simply no space
for any ghost between.
With every tear upon my cheek,
they escape,
and soon I'll be free.

Don't love me - I'm messy.
Don't love me - I'll fall.
I'm the most undeserving.
I can't give you my all.
Don't love me; it's not right,
and I'll only let you down.
Please don't love me, I beg you.
I'm just so scared right now.

Love me, I need you,
else I'll remain on the ground.
Show me I'm deserving
and capable of loving all around.
Love me, it's all I want -
to be shown what I'm worth.
Please love me, I beg you.
When I'm lost, you're my north.

Guide me home and put my fears to rest.
If you've loved me at my worst, you'll surely love me at my best.

Here's the cold, hard truth:
You terrify me.
Us, together — it terrifies me.
I'm a sucker for spoilers,
And I'm offered not one.
And when I was 10, I was scolded
— told to never blindly trust.
But isn't that what this really is?
I wish you would wrap your arms around me.
Maybe then I'd feel some security.
I feel safe with my head against your heart;
It's a moment I can control.
But when I fall into your embrace,
I wish you'd give it your all.
Because right now it just feels like a blind trust fall.

Let me bury my head into your chest.
I'll fall in love with your heartbeat,
and its slow, rhythmic dance.
(Or is it lively?)
Forgiveness goes a far way,
if it's an entirely different tempo than my own.
I'll fall in love with the way they learn to waltz together.
And I'll admire it as if it's  
the most beautiful thing I've known.

There's tiny shells in your laugh;
they bring out a vibrant pearly color.
And the corners of your eyes squint;
in the most peculiar manner.
I think I'm falling in love.
There's tiny bells in my throat;
with pitches much too high.
I hear it overwhelmingly,
ear-piercing.
And you simply have no clue.
Oh, how I yearn to trade in those tiny bells.
I'll trade them for a train whistle,
a fog-horn,
a siren.
So maybe your ears will hear the ringing.
Above the laughter, and wave of pearl,
you'll hear my "I love you's".
And maybe the corners of your eyes will squint,
in the most peculiar manner.
And I'll fall again in love with you.