No Point In Changing You

i do not want to have to ask you to hold my hand i do not want to have to voice my insecurities like glass shards rolling off a tongue or a blade lodged in my throat; it isn’t easy, to say the least i don’t want to feel like i am perpetually the deer in headlights, feeling the danger but staying, regardless. you looked so harmless in the summer light but the heat has long since died out and the light is anything but warm i do not want to have to ask you to hold my hand - you wouldn’t do it, regardless.