Never wanted to feel.
Hate the feeling of being weak.
Despised L. O. V. E.
Relationships were a sign of death & being single meant life.
Single meant that you only got as close as I wanted you too & I could come and go as I pleased..
You just had to go deeper.
You made me open up..
I try to stop but the words continue to roll off my lips as vulnerability became normal..
Being free started to mean something different
The feel of being wanted became a thing..
All feelings were on the table..
I kept hope close…
Now as I try to shove everything back in, I can’t seem to find the missing pieces..
I can’t find the words that I once said so freely …
I want to take it all back and put them away to never to be said again but I just can’t..
Somewhere along the way I became an open book..
As I fight everyday to be the girl who once gave no fucks again.. I realize she no longer exist..
You my friend have opened Pandora’s box.