Don't tell me, "I'm not ready for anything serious."
Trust me, I understand—
I've worn that armor too,
hiding behind the fear of wanting,
because wanting means risking,
and risking means losing.
But we all want it,
more than we admit,
more than we can stand.
To belong to someone,
to be loved in a way
that isn't just friendship,
isn't just family,
isn't just ourselves
telling the mirror you are enough.
Because sometimes,
enough still feels empty.
I think we've forgotten how to love,
forgotten how to say "I choose you"
without looking for the nearest exit.
We are terrified—
of trying so hard,
only to be left
with life lessons and heartache.
But I don't want love that's cautious,
love that's convenient,
love that stays only when it suits.
I want to love someone loudly,
without hesitation,
without retreat.
I want to say "I love you"
and hear it back,
not out of habit,
not out of fear,
but with every ounce of its meaning.
—MistakenGenius
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Surviving Heartbreak
PoetryA lover girl who got her heart broken one too many times and now ended up writing poetry about it
