The idea of love excites me
It's thrilling to think that you're not alone, to think that somebody will want to take care of you
But why does the thought of having somebody love me hurt so bad
Why me?
Why not them? There are so many other people that you could love, so, why me out of all of them?
I'm not worthy of your love
I'm full of flaws
Uncountable flaws that nobody has yet reached but me
I'm not worthy of your love
Simply because I can't return back the same amount of love that you will give
Loving tires me, it's not what excites me
The idea of being loved is what shakes me
My soul cheers yet my heart tightens because I know I'm not worth the love you'll give
The idea of love fucks me up
(I've never been confessed to, I'm simply a loser who writes)
YOU ARE READING
12am
Poetrywriting in the peek of the night (probs not poetry, just random thoughts during midnight)
