And I want to tell you.
I want to explain every detail with infinite adjectives
Because I want you to know me.
You have no idea how hard it is,
How accustomed I am to complacency.
But I want you to know me.
I want you to know me better than I know myself,
I want you to hold me.
Not just in your hands, but in your words and in your thoughts
In your heart I want you to hold me and know me and that be a good thing.
And it's better than I told myself
It could be. Know me.
So how am I? Tell me.
