it's the things like this that strike me the most,
a simple conversation between two humans,
yet so powerful.
person 1:  why are you so mean?
person 2:  because the best way to not get your heart broken, is to pretend you don't even have one

now, as i realize this is just a dumb tumblr picture,
i laugh a bit,
but then stop as i realize this may describe me.
quite well actually.

you've proven to be there for me,
even when i am a mess of tears and guilt in the middle of the night.
just simply a sorry from you, can help me feel better.
but because of past experiences,
i am scared to let you see inside of me.
it was easy when i called you bestie and loved you like a brother,
but now, i feel a strong love for you.
the kind where i smile for no reason but the fact that i can call you mine,
and the kind that when i catch you staring, i blush like crazy.
the kind of love where every love song can put your face in my head,
and where kisses you place gently on my forehead make my heart swell.  

i realize that if i want this kind of love,
i have to open myself,
i have to be my semi-******, clumsy, imaginative self around you.
i have to share my feelings, and let you love me.
but if i let you see me, and let you love me,
i have to also give you the ability to destroy me.
and that is what scares the hell out of me.
knowing that at any moment, you could make me cry
you could tell my secrets to the world,
you could break my heart.
break me entirely.