I got soul, I'm not a soldier.

Waiting for you somewhere between reality and everything we've ever dreamt of, I am a conglomerate garbage heap of corrosive emotions of insecurity biting away at my sensitive guts - just waiting for you to tell me you want to be by my side; waiting for you to sincerely say, "Hey let's never let go of each other"; waiting for you to give me something safe, strong, solid, to collide into a reassuring hug when things hurt; waiting for what's worth it. Yet perhaps I am waiting for something that isn't going to happen.

.. ruffle my hair, stroke my cheekbones, and tell me everything is gonna be alright.