Presuming the best
Works best in those fields which feel
And believe in big
The kind of thing which makes trees
Grow and flow in fields of mind

Whoever fails not
But embraces self-doubting
Fails growth first at birth

Who can master tongue
No friend without friend to hear
Can find self silent

Uncomfortable
Be it called by my own name
I must reply now
Not in haste or anger still
But in active truth most kind

I’m forming a shell around my heart that shouldn’t be there with her. I’m so scared of loving her fully because I don’t want to be broken again.. I won’t survive it Ezra, I really wont. But she doesn’t deserve this half love I’m giving. I’m trying so hard to love her the same, to feel that excitement that I felt with you, to feel that eager nervousness. I can’t. I feel apprehensive. This life after you isn’t the same sunflower seeds you left planted in my heart.   They wilted and nothing is left but the dried leaves and the
crunch
Crunch
Crunching
Echoes throughout my abused heart
But who says weeds can’t beautiful too??