I'm constantly torn between the two extreme sides of me.
Wanting everyone to love me,
But not wanting to interact with anyone.
Wanting to see the world and satisfy the wanderlust,
But not wanting to leave the safety of my house.
Wanting to be outspoken and speaking my mind,
But wanting to keep it all inside.
Wanting to be adventurous and spontaneous,
But being afraid of new things and changes.
Wanting to be the best at everything,
But being scared of failure and not trying.
Wanting to believe in sappy romance,
But knowing that unconditional love doesn't exist.
Wanting to hold my loved ones close and protecting them,
But pushing them away due to fear of being abandoned.
And more often than not, the latter wins.
YOU ARE READING
The word spill of a messed up mind.
PoetryAs the title suggests, its basically just a bunch of poems or snippets that pop up in my head. ❤ You are that best selling poetry I never got to write, but could only read and fall in love in love with. ❤
