Love is scary, I know, maybe your heart had been broken once and since then you wanted to be rather numb than feel ever again, it hurts me how you punish yourself, does it not deserve love?
What does it feel like to be read
Without having to go back and reread it again?
Without being abandoned?
Without being ashamed?
Will i ever know before the clock's tired? ....perhaps not.
Your presence brings familiarity
Like a scarred mother and its scarred child
Holding me till i can't breathe
Why must you come back?
Shall i hold back from being opened?
Shall i hold back from being caressed?
Love has never been a friend, nor a foe, But simply forgotten
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