My dearest, sweetest love,

I am humbly writing to tell you that I,

Am scared.

Pray you, don't misunderstand me,

It is not you that I'm afraid of.

For you have been nothing but beauty,

And I have been nothing but shame.

It is I that I fear and for what I might do

Please, let me explain.

As a creature of habit, I tend not to stray.

There have been many a pattern which show this.

There are reasons, you know, why I do what I do

But that is besides the point.

I have boiled myself down to a body and an ego trip

For thrill seeking men yearning for a sanctuary.

Old habits die hard, it's a fact you know

So please understand why sometimes I'd rather

Entertain a man for a night

Than let one love me for a lifetime.

It's not that I don't want you

Believe me, there's never been a greater lie

It's that I'm not quite sure that I'm cut out for love

Is it a matter of deservence? I'd imagine it is

I'm too lowly a life to reciprocate.

But if I had the chance, I'd take it all back

And start my life with you.