but i was alone.

again i have done it to my self. 

i was safer on the shelf.

there was stress, there was worry.

don't get me wrong there was still stress and much worry.

but it was just me.

now i must stress and worry over thee.

i have opened myself back up to feel

and i don't know if i regret it. it just all is too real.

oh, how much more at ease

it all was when it was just me.

but i was alone.

but i was alone.