215 words arent enough

Butterflies cant even describe the small feeling I have inside, like a tiny volcano ready to explode, but dont worry, Im not going to implode you with an over load of emotions. Im simply trying to figure out the commotion that is arising inside me. Like when you are around I can take off the make up, and dont have to clown around, to hide who I am, I can be me, I feel free, at any moment, anytime, to just hold your hand and feel safe, with out the feeling that you are just chasing what's below my waist, or dusting me off to put me on a trophy case, so that the only time you need me is to brag, to multiply to all of the trophies you already had. I feel like I can throw up my hands and cast my cares away, like in kindergarten when you pick random kids to play. You make me feel so alive, not like the other guys, who threw me in a casket before I even died, then snatched off my name, and started fertilizing my grave with lies. Truth is, I am most comfortable around you because you are real, and it would take more than  215 words to describe how I feel.