I\'m tryna remember who I was before I became yours,
You can tell yourself you\'re single but in my head I\'m yours,
I don\'t need to be your type,
We can stand stand infront of the mirror if that\'s the only way we get to see each other,
Poetry is my life and if I could, I would write this words at the palms of your hand so that I could say,,,,
My life is in your hands,
I promise this will be easy for you,
You don\'t have to be delicate with me I come to you broken,
So you can break me the first time, I know you understand,
I can tell by your voice that your heart has blisters, you\'ve worked hard for love before.
But this what I\'m saying, I\'m not in a hurry,you may take your time to heal,
And meanwhile I can be yours as we wait for you to be mine,
If you\'re asking what if we break each other, am asking what if we build each other,,,