the more times you open up to someone
the harder it is to do it again
moments like those fill up time and the vacant space between your heart and your rib cage, but still leave you empty

there are paintings i want to show you
and kisses id love to give you
but i know i never will

how will i explain the stories i keep at the bottom of my desk
how will you be able to like a girl as messed up as her handwriting
how do you take a risk when you know you could get hurt?

**you don't