I think I am scared to love.
I’m not used to being the vulnerable one;
The one that stays;
the one that is brave.
I do not know how to love.
I don’t know how to let my walls down
To let my fears out
To put my heart on my sleeve.
I want to love.
God, I want to love,
but my hair smells of war
and running and running.
Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 8:45 PM UTC
I think I am scared to love.
I’m not used to being the vulnerable one;
The one that stays;
the one that is brave.
I do not know how to love.
I don’t know how to let my walls down
To let my fears out
To put my heart on my sleeve.
I want to love.
God, I want to love,
but my hair smells of war
and running and running.
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