maybe it’s just me.
maybe, it’s just my way of finding an out,
an out because
I’m afraid.
afraid that my delicate heart,
that’s being held in his
big
soft
hands
is going to break.
break beyond repair.
and then,
I will have no one
and
I will have nothing.
except
for the broken pieces of me
that were once so alive
for him
I always manage to convince myself out of having feelings for someone, no matter the severity of those feelings. I don't know why I do it, sometimes my heart has a mind of its own
