Fragile

When it comes to you I am fragile

Flimsy

All of the above

Just paper enough to be blown over with a gust

And everyone knows what happens to paper once it’s torn

For it cannot be what it was when it was born

And just born might as well I be

It’s true you make me a baby

As if my muscles were just created maybe

And for everything else I can be strong

Firm

Nothing can shake me

But when it comes to you anything can break me.