Premature lover in One sip at a time

In a vibrant array of confusion I stumbled on your doorstep. I craved touch, I craved distraction, I craved feeling. I am not fully myself and you are expecting something whole. I apologize in advance of how badly I am going to let you down. You speak such beautiful words to me, but they fall short not due to your mind, but due to my heart shut tight. I ask for your forgiveness in advance. I ask for your patience if you can spare some. I honestly should be locked up for at least three more months. But I caught your attention-somehow. You see me, you want to help, you want to fix me. I am not asking for help though, I am broken but am not ready to mended. Please, your beautiful heart is sickening to me right now. Please leave me be to self loathe for a little longer. Just a little longer.