I wanted him to be you.
But he never is.
And the next one just becomes my next flirtation with distraction,
until he becomes disappointment.
I keep stumbling into those.
I keep chasing after your spirit,
Settling when I see teeth sharp enough to let my secrets through...
I am scared.
I am love.
I am waiting for you ...but,
I keep getting him ...
I am terrified for my heart,
Terrified never to be open
Never to feel because I keep
stepping out,
then shattering
and caving back into my brokenness.
Still I keep reaching...
always lonely,
Trying to stay open for you...
I will remain alone until you find me,
Even if you don't.
Even if you choose not to.
-Indigo Morrison
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 8:38 PM UTC
I wanted him to be you.
But he never is.
And the next one just becomes my next flirtation with distraction,
until he becomes disappointment.
I keep stumbling into those.
I keep chasing after your spirit,
Settling when I see teeth sharp enough to let my secrets through...
I am scared.
I am love.
I am waiting for you ...but,
I keep getting him ...
I am terrified for my heart,
Terrified never to be open
Never to feel because I keep
stepping out,
then shattering
and caving back into my brokenness.
Still I keep reaching...
always lonely,
Trying to stay open for you...
I will remain alone until you find me,
Even if you don't.
Even if you choose not to.
-Indigo Morrison
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