I feel like there are those people
Who the more you pour into them
The more wary they get
As if scared to one day owe you their happiness
Or really you holding it against them
Wouldn't that give you a cold heart O my friend?
That people will see you as unjust and ungrateful
Or as someone who won't return their feelings
Always opposite and cryptic
To everything and anything
Unwilling to fit into one box
And whenever I find you one you swear you're not of that type
Maybe you don't want your defenses to crumble that hard
Is it that scary when people should know
You can get scared too?
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Pensée Of Anemones
PoetryA collection of Poetry I hide from my outside world and tell you unjudging strangers
