Can I Be Your Game Changer?

Why are you afraid of me?
I am not the same as the others.
I’m not a monster.
I vindicate my species and beg you for a chance to prove you wrong.
Why wouldn’t you love to be wrong?

Are you convincing me, or yourself that this isn’t meant to work?
I feel something when I think of you.
I think it might be hope.
I hope it’s hope.
I’m afraid it’s not.

I want to have the confidence to know that if I walk away you will chase me.
I want to feel your warm brown eyes staring holes in the back of my neck when I leave.
I want you to stop me.
Hold my hand.
Keep me here.
Make me yours.

I want to feel your warmth when I’m alone.
I want stability in this unbalanced life.
I want to play with your hair.
And giggle.
And play like we were children who have never been hurt.

You say I’m still young.
I assume you mean I have time to find better.
But I’m scared that means I’m not good enough.
But I’m not growing younger.
Time is not turning backwards.
And this isn’t going to undo itself.

Can I ask that I be enough?
I am not your monsters.
I’m not going to force you into pain.
I will do my best to not hurt you like we have so often been hurt before.
Can I be your positive experience?
Can I prove you wrong?

Can we make this right?