breathe me

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I'm needy
Warm me up
And breathe me


tired playing second fiddle, of being second fiddle. i hate that i'm always somewhere further down the line from you. why do other people always seem more important? why is it easier with them but not with me? i feel like a petulant 5-year old, but well, that's just the way things are with you right now