She doesn't love a him 

a him who makes her smile 

and says her eyes looks like honey

a him who understands her 

through 

and through

She doesn't worry about her very first kiss

To be locked in that supposed bliss

She worries about uncertainty 

And the thought of being alone.

To be trapped in a cotton cage 

wanting to throw in the bone

And she dreads the moment when the people who made her feels safe 

takes away a piece of her essence 

She dreads when someone looks into her sorrowed eyes 

confirming what her soul knew

was already to be true