It bothers me to often stop and think,
That maybe there will always be something left out to love.
There will always be something that I will fall in love today,
But maybe tomorrow I'll be fallen out of that love.
The very thought of that happening is intriguing to me,
For I know my heart and all the ways it makes us stories,
But everytime I go round in circle and end in this,
Dilemma of not loving something enough as I should be.
I think I am not a very suitable person,
I guess no one should trust their hearts with me,
For I have a habit of dropping and breaking beautiful things,
As I find myself falling out of everything.
I dont remember, ever, completing a conversation.
Or ever seeking the end of any story,
It's always my quite environment and assumptions,
And my bad habit of getting up and walking.
Walking away from everything I started,
Thinking of new things to hook myself,
I get scared by the idea of damaging something,
For there will always be something left out that should deserve my feelings.
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