~With trepidation I hand you my heart, and with wariness I meet your gaze, and with guilt I show you my scars~
"i've been burned before cut and crushed in the past my heart has stopped over and over only to be shocked back to life. "beaten and bruised battered and worn i am resilient but god i am tired. "i long to love again to feel -something- again but god i don't know if i can"
While writing this, I picture myself as a small six-year old girl, out in the middle of a thunderstorm, drenched beyond belief, holding a wilted marigold.