Tangles of the Mind

vulnerability

he's different somehow, but the comfort of him remains unchanged.

he's the boy with the dazzling smile, a feature i hadn't noticed until now: however, i was distracted by golden specks.

my hands shake as i pour myself onto a page, my hand almost as messy as my tangled mind.

this boy doesn't fascinate me like the soul of the inky brown hair; however, my intrigue has been peaked once more by a new being.

the smile he gives is that to create butterflies; ready to slash from my stomach, stained red against their pure white wings.

he says he'll wait for me, but its a lie, a deception i've faced time and time again; the boy with the stormy blue eyes, the boy with the inky brown hair, two souls with simply one thing in common.

so once again, i shall keep this being at arm's length, i can't let them get any closer in fear of heartbreak.

after all, i made that mistake the last time.