she pushes, knowing she should pull.
scarred.
scared.
afraid to love,
unacquainted.
the aspiration to feel IT; love I mean.
valiant she is, yet she's frightened.
who is she?
an unadulterated soul, a concept.
so many options yet you choose her.
why her?
she's routine to hurt.
stuck.
seized.
new beginnings await her, but it's the ending that she's questioning.
she sits in silence
conflicted between love and herself.
part of her hopes while the rest is unsure.
she shields herself.
remember?
she's conflicted,
confused.
soul empty yet starving.
temporary bliss.
she wants to be treated like art 🍃,
but how can she when all she knows is visuals of ripped canvases?
she desires to feel love
afraid..
so she runs.
she's tired.
drained.
she speaks.
it's a voice; one i can recognize as my own now.
