My undressed letter,

The words I address trip over my lips, I'm unable to transmit my sincerity.  My pain comes off too rabid and suddenly I'm infantile.  Never did I conceive of the idea for you and I to be so loosely knit. I can hear your eyes sounding so disdained and see in your words the look of revolt.  I await for the chance to acquire who you are, I can't seem to get rid of the idea of not knowing you.  My breath is held when I approach you, will you knock me down again?  I'm always standing back up infront of you.