There are many things in this world that I am not afraid to do.
I'm not afraid to die. I'm not afraid of y'all. Im not afraid to cry, but I am afraid to fall.
Not to fall in a physical sense. The falling I refer to is falling into love.
Love is so complicated, so difficult to understand.
I used to love love, trust it even; I used to love and trust myself as well. She ripped that right from my hands as though it were a ripe fruit ready for the picking.
Now love is something I find difficult to give out. I'm so afraid of being hurt again that I can't love with the unashamed ferocity I did when I first fell into it before.
I hurt so much because I know that it's wrong.
Wrong to say I love you when I myself am not sure it's the truth.
I know I care deeply for people, but that is all I can find in me now. Am I broken? Probably.......
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Random Short Glimpses Into My Mind
AléatoireA collection of short stories, poems, and emotionally charged pieces. Writing has become an outlet for me to express any positive or negative emotion I may feel. If you feel like you're feeling something deep down and want to know if you're the only...
