#scaredtolove
It’s so hard to understand the ease
with which your eyes can see
what I myself cannot.
It’s so hard to understand the need
that lives in your hands
as you try to solve
the puzzle of my naked body.
It’s so hard to understand the reasons
why you say it’s me and no one else,
when it has never really been me—
it’s always been someone else.
It’s so hard to understand the way
you love me,
because the trauma of a broken heart,
a bruised heart,
cannot be healed overnight.
And none of this is your fault,
but it is your fault
for making me believe
that a shattered heart can love again.
I’ve cut myself enough on the pieces…
I can’t do it one more time.
Oct 11, 2025
Oct 11, 2025 at 12:49 AM UTC
Enjoying your company despite my distaste for other people
Smiling and giggling even when I just had a bad day
Smelling your scent on me keeps reminding me of you
Feeling scared that one day you'll disappear and I'll lose this bond between me and you
Thinking that hopefully we can make this work because I always think the worst
Loving someone is foreign to me but deep down I know I've always loved you
Admitting that is stretch for me however I hope you can see my sincerity
Coming to you in all transparency and hopefully in your heart there's love for me
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Oct 17, 2022
Oct 17, 2022 at 12:28 AM UTC
At a point I want to hold your hand
I want us to be together, one
Then my feelings change and twist around
Afraid this battle cannot be won
If you touch me I would like to scream
I promise this isn’t your fault
I cannot feel the same as you
So lock me in some vault
This pretty picture, lovely in my head
I can’t act it out to reality
I don’t want you near me, let me free
There’s something wrong with me
You’re a sweet and lovely guy as it goes
I’m sorry I’m your pick
But I can’t continue anymore
I’m starting to feel sick.
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 4:13 PM UTC
|| Layers, ||
||| layers, |||
|||| layers ||||
To each person there are many
I have mine: from the two-piece I always wear
To the intangible levels that make me who I am
And you have yours: from the one-piece cropped tops
To the varied fronts you show to hide your vulnerability.
With the help of your hands and charm, I unhesitatingly and slowly peeled off my layers
To show you who I really am:
Genuine, unbroken, pure
You on the other hand,
Your layers unraveled themselves
Over the months
Giving me a picture of who you are:
Bro//ken, afraid, [closed-off]
Not giving me a chance
Only giving me excuses
For why there can’t be more.
The one layer you did not want to peel off
Would reveal and open your heart
I revealed mine, foolishly thinking you would do the same
But you never did…
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 1:35 AM UTC