[It's a matter of choice, mostly I don't make one]
Mindboggling.
It's in-fucking-sane how I got myself trapped & wrapped up in this. The last time I checked, I didn't want any of them sticking around for more than a month, much less this close to my skin. There's comfort in knowing I'm worth the attention, but I don't think I'm in the position to deserve it. I haven't had the chance to have done something drastic or revoluntionary, to be in the position to deserve it. I still have a lot of cleaning up to do & a load more of sensiblity to attain. I have to earn some more gravel & tar to stand on my own ground.
I can't set foot into your world - yet. Neither can I afford to open up my world for you to embrace. I don't mean that there's a stone that needs melting. But more of internal uncertainty of the one thing I'm probably capable of.
I'm not afraid of companion that comes with passion. But I don't know enough if I'm capable of holding on. Because whatever that starts, comes to an end. I don't want an opportunity to walk away from a heart I'd probably dent. I'm scared for you that I'm scared I'd do just that.
I like the way you hold your ground, You stay by your convictions. I like how you protect yourself. But see, that's a compliment not worthy of me. Because for every hope you see in me, It crumbles down as soon as I come in contact with it. & the worst thing is - I feel your vibe entwine with mine.
