You should be my destination, but I pull myself away. I'm running in the opposite direction and I don't know why.
I lied.
I do know why.
I'm scared, and my fear is unclear. Is it my survival instinct or my lack of acknowledging that I deserve the best?
God.
Do I?
Do I deserve the best?
Are you my best?
Maybe destruction is my destiny.
Maybe seeing that what is good for me is right in front of me is the reason why I'm taking foot steps back.
Do I want to get hurt?
I've always done the correct thing but this feels like falling in reverse.
Will I crash?
Do I want to crash?
Is crashing my death or is it crashing into you?
Are you my death or my new beginning?
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The Lace Age | ongoing.
Poesía"My head is full of thorns too harmful to leave unattended. " A collection of poems, short stories and free speeches. Copyright Ariana Miriam.
