Riot.

Reluctant

At times I was reluctant to the fact that you were actually different. I never felt a ounce of pain & I honestly didn't know if it was natural.
I'd never understood the epitome of honey moon phase until I ran across you..I don't regret it though.
I regret not telling you so many things
Like how I've grown up into a toxic house hold..with a mother holding me onto her strings like a puppet..or a father with a leash around my neck..walking my emotions deeper into the seeps of my hollow chest.
Who would want to tell anyone that though?
I would've ..- I would've ran you off...then I'd really be in the mist of a riot.
I was reluctant..although I had trusted you...with my life.

Brave.
You were & still are so brave to the fact of accepting the hidden truth. You saw right through the things I couldn't even see in me.
You were brave Enough to risk yourself ..to mold into something..that you've never truly been before.
So brave to even allow me to be so reluctant....
You set yourself up for something so challenging, something no one never even knew about ..me..you..us.
You were so brave..I was so reluctant
I was scared..that this is & still isn't what you actually want to do with your life.
You & a million others are reading this
But only YOU matter Ali.