Corks and curry.

You make me smile. But I'm frail and small and broken. And all the pieces arn't there and some are a little too worn down to fit. I'm scared that even if I try real hard to glue it all together, to pick it up and lay it down that even then I'll still be too frail and broken beyond repair. But my hands feel small inside yours and your head feels real nice against mine. And I want to give without instantly pulling back and pulling away. I want to cave in and float away but I'm heavy in the heart and in the head and afraid that if I let it out you won't like what you see and I'll just float away. Alone. What I'm trying to say is, why can't I just give into you? To make a move and not be afraid. That I'm too broken and used. That I'm not who you think I am. That you'll reject me. That I'm not good enough. That I don't know what I'm doing or how to do this.