This is what happens when the girl who hoped for more is broken, when she feels stupid for choosing to love someone who never wanted to love her back.
She’s been so reliant on just herself in the past that she’s nearly forgotten what it’s like to consider someone else and to be honest, she’s not sure she’s ready for it.
Please see my most broken parts and pick up the shards. Please learn what I have been through before that made me this way. Please love me.
For you I’ll take down my self-built walls. I’ll expose every part of me, every part I’m ashamed of, every part I’ve guarded from you will be yours for the taking.
How do I tell her to be her beautiful, bright self in a world that will go after that beauty, sometimes in dangerous ways?
Don’t build the wall so high that possibility can’t get in, but don’t make it so accessible that toxicity does.
I am afraid of loving. The word attachment is synonymous with abandonment
Because of this and because of you I am many things, stronger, wiser and more confident, however I am not giving you credit.
It wasn’t you, as painfully cliché as it is, it’s true. It wasn’t you, it was never you – it was always me. I’m the one who isn’t ready for love.
You held my hands, you embraced me when I said I was scared of you. But dear, I am still scared. A form of trust was made within this fragile string of fate.