I never really considered myself to be an open book.
I've been told that I'm hard to read, not because I want it that way but because I had to learn the hard way to keep my guard up. To keep myself protected by four walls. To keep my heart locked away in a place only I knew.
The thing is after so many times of her trying to get through the walls of my heart, I finally let her in. I showed her my hiding spot and I gave away my heart for her to have.
I had a feeling it had been a mistake because I knew I would get hurt but I was willing to take the risk. I was willing to break just for her.
After a while she began to know the real me.
The first time she ever saw the real me was that one time when my eyes watered up and tears started pouring down my face because I had received a call from the person that I love so much but yet he's been absent in my life. Nothing but the ghost of him.
That was the moment when time decided that I should open up to her. The moment where I would no longer have to hide behind a mask.
It was time for her to know the truth about me.
It was time to let her love me.
It was time to open up.
Time to be free.
YOU ARE READING
The first few words left unsaid.
PoetryLove hurts but pain is growth. It's okay to give your all to someone you think deserves it even if you fall again. Let them be the beginning of something new. As long as they are perfect for you, nothing else matters.
