dear love,

it's complicated. i'm complicated.

i can't let you in. i really want to, but i can't.

i don't let people in, not even you. i'm too scared they'll leave if they get in and see what i'm like.

and everybody leaves, eventually. but they don't leave 'cause i let them in and they get disappointed - they leave 'cause they give up, get tired of waiting.

but you're still standing there, outside, waiting, freezing cold. you've been there for years and still, you have not given up on me.

your passion's freaking me out.

darling,

i don't deserve you, i know that.

but i want you, i want you so badly.

and i swear, if i'd open the door for anyone, it would be for you.

but it wont be opened in a long time

i love you,

and i am sorry for the wasted time you've spent,

outside my door.