My Thoughts

My thoughts My thoughts I hope for the day I will be able to see you. My insecurity is only the beginning of the millions of reasons of why I can't seem to portray my infatuation of you. A muse once whispered to me, "close your eyes and imagine the person you want to be with." To be honest, my mind goes blank. Blank. Blank. Blank. I am twenty of age and I cannot grasp the thought of loving another. I can imagine helping I can imagine courtesy But when the thought of love comes to mind, I see a long fall from the cliff I am on. And girl, I am scared of heights…. No terrified. Lessons are expensive and I paid a hefty price with the cost of my trust. I do not think I can love again. I do not think I can give you my love, without picturing you throwing it away after seeing how damaged I am. I open to easily. I cannot trust myself to open up when dealing with personal matters. I constantly remind myself of the horrid past, so that I do not give too much. So, I keep to myself and no one else. My thoughts My thoughts.