i'm not all that great at opening up with written words its not that it's still closed, kept in the expression of art but when it comes time to speak of the real feelings i shiver and shudder at the thought of my sensitivity.
i'm not good at opening up because telling someone you care makes you weak its a strong thing to say, but an easy thing to exploit and meaning it mean that you can be hurt and i've never said something i didn't mean.
so i'm terrible at opening up because this loving heart is powerful and i'd hold you to me, listening and keeping you safe i'd leave myself open, to make you feel comfortable never seeing the knife sneaking to my heart
i'm awful at opening up i'm selfish with this compassion i'm unable to brave the pain because if i wasn't who's to help me when my heart is in pieces?
Another piece in the same vein as the previous, but something that has plagued me for quite a long time. It's a feeling that I've yet to shake.