Every time you leave my side,
I feel as if I have to hide.
Yet every time I feel your touch,
I feel as if it is too much.
Being a significant part of me,
Like the sugar in my cinnamon tea,
Makes you an important part of my soul,
Because without you I do not feel as whole.
Yet a part of me will always feel,
That my heart is something you can not heal.
It is not something to be fixed with superglue,
And I know that you can not promise to be true.
Therefor I need you to leave my side,
And let me be brave enough not to hide.