words of me, myself, and i

love

love

you can not define love,

but love is like a flower:

small yet growing.

i think, at my age,

i'm not ready for love.

love is a strong word.

love is big;

it'll wrap you up

until you can not breath.

but sadly, i am a little girl

with trust issues

and love might swallow me whole.

maybe that's not such a bad thing,

but i can not afford

another loving loss.

i can only offer words

of kindness and love,

but that's good enough for me.