I laugh too hard so I don’t break, cracking jokes like armor plates. You said I’m chaos in a leather jacket— yeah, well, you were gasoline on my mistakes. I don’t do gentle, I don’t do quiet, I fall in love like starting a riot. But you wanted someone soft and slow, not a fuse that burns before you even know. Now I’m pacing in my boots again, heart drumming like a basement band. I hate that losing you still stings, ’cause I swore I’d never let you land that hit again. But here’s the truth I never scream: I only run ’cause I feel too deep. And if I ever scared you off, it’s ’cause I was terrified you’d see the real me.