I am neither worn
nor torn.
There is no battlefield here to make of me.
There is nothing to help you digest
Me never giving into your "hello"
I am always "no"
I am always "next time"
I am always pick up book
before trusting people...
Contain  before express ,
And when I get too comfortable
it always comes out wrong.
I am always too strong, too much passion...
I am an overwhelming ****** marry
in a season meant for cosmos...
So no... there is was no storm here,
no hurricane
no damage.
I have just not yet opened heart long enough to let in  stranger...
It never crossed my mind
That there may be something better than feeling nothing.
That something that beats doesn't have to involve hurt.
That sharing doesn't mean losing you
and feeling doesn't mean I have to stop breathing.
I am waking in my numbness
I am stumbling from this self induced coma
Hoping to run into a hurricane that
makes me scared of leaving,
Makes me tired of sleeping.

-Indigo Morrison