Forgive me, future lover, for I am bad at love. I will lure you in with my words but keep you at a distance from my heart. Mercy is not a luxury my heart has been spared. I've entrusted my heart before in hands too weak to bear it. Every time it was returned to sender, it came back in pieces.
They say you're supposed to get your first glimpse at love through your parents. In my case, even as a child, an example was never given. Concerning their chemistry, love was never an element.
No one has ever loved me the way they write about in books. So, if I give you less than you deserve, I'm sorry in advance. I'm out of practice. You see, I can't contribute what I never had. I'm a beginner at this with no manual in hand. I hope you can understand. I'm bad at love.
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Bleeding Rose
PoetryThe pen bleeds the words my mouth does not utter. If I show you my heart, would you proceed with caution? I was an innocent stepping into the game of love. Someone should have told me that all is never fair in matters of the heart. Dive into this th...