Am I cold enough to keep you away?
And why must I feel so dense?
Making a list of all my insecurities
Trying to keep a distance from the closes thing that is joy
It's hard maintaining a presence when you're still working on the wounds that needs healing.
Then you refuse to feel joy.
Because even feeling joy has its own predicaments.
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Fragile
Poetry"Every word that was once thrown at me made the glass shattered at the end." Collection of poems
