in only allowing others to see you at your best
But pale, sickly
Feels too raw,
My image sullied.
What could be better than to remain
at a safe distance
a curated image
You might be anything exciting in their mind
But too far away from their arms
No real connection can warm.
So when I was crying on the balcony and you asked
“Why won’t you let me hold you?”
The honesty and boldness
But the response too complex to be uttered.