Feb 27, 2017
My mouth falls open: To admire; To congratulate; To love. What comes out is something else... Anger; Hurt; ...and fear. Am I too broken to love? -too broken to be loved in return? Today it feels like it. Today feels like the end. The end of us. The end of me. Pessimism: my constant companion. My nightly bedfellow. For even when you leave (Because you will; they all do in the end) He will remain at my side. Trying to protect me again... Surely failing again. A constant war rages within me As I simultaneously long to be loved And to be left alone in my misery. Because that way, the only person that gets hurt- is me...
