I wished I was more honest with you.
I valued your innocence and naivety.
When I think back to it I feel that was to my benefit.
Doesn’t mean I didn’t love you,
but maybe some of my intentions weren’t pure.
I know you cared and wanted grow
but the idea of you seeing me for who and how I’m really frightened me.
I didn’t want you to fly little bird
but I wanted you to be happy.
I don’t think I’m a bad person.
I I’m afraid of being alone and that thought persuades me to act in ways I hate. Insecurity is a monster especially if society tells you your suppose to be strong.
I see you flying now and it makes me smile a little but I can’t help but feel a little lonesome.