To love is to be bare,
To be skinned of all your layers.
It is is to be exposed.
To reveal your secrets.
To unleash your demons.
To love is to unveil your truth.
To stop hiding in the shadows.
To be you,
With all your colors.
Even the ones
with the darkest shades.
To love is to be held captive,
In a cage,
you locked yourself in
and handed the key
to another.
To love is to be fragile
like frozen rose petals
that crumble at touch.
To love is to give,
it is to allow yourself
to be drained,
of all that you have
till the last drip.
To love is to willingly
hand the weapon
that'll shatter you
one crack at a time.
And for all that love will take from you,
it is best not to love.
And for you to be whole,
to be protected,
it is safer not to love.
And for all the pain love will cause you,
it is wiser not to love.
And for the sake of your tender heart,
stay away from love,
for it's a curse in disguise.
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Behind Her Eyes: A Collection of Poetry.
PoetryHere are my words, thoughts, and most importantly, all the feelings I burry. I've finally gathered the courage to share them, and to share a part of me. Here are the thoughts that visit me through the night put into words; of all there is to fee...
