For the sake of clarification.
My interest stands firm.
But my own worries and insecurities eat me.
I find it hard to force myself.
To be soft again.
The thought of pouring my all into another.
Trusting them with the child within me.
Letting this mangled heart rest in another pair of hands.
Just pushes me away.
Leaves me to think.
That all my weight.
Would ruin another soul.
Because as much as I wish to see another set of eyes love me.
I am terrified to, one day, watch that very light vanish.
So in short.
Despite all my Bravado.
My smooth words and charming personality.
I'm left a husk of who I want to be.
And darling a husk just isn't good enough for you.
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Reflections (Chapter two)
PoetryFollow my rise and Experience my redemption, as I fight back against all that haunts me. There will be poems dedicated to others and how they help me in my rise, and there will be standalones where I forgive those who put me in the pit to begin with.
