Your voice is low and quiet, you tell me you've been talking to someone new.
My heart stops completely.
You know it bothers me, I tell you I'm happy for you.
I scream and kick my legs in anger; trying to outrun my own emotions.
I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and smile trying to convince myself; that I'm happy for you.
You tell me about her, and deep down we both know I still love you.
I know that I say I'm scared of love.
But I'm scared of how you can love the monsters that live within me. the person who knows me better than I know myself. Can love someone like me.
A person who can't even love themselves.
