Maybe i'm undeserving --
It's possible pollution has filled my soul deeply,
and is now seeping from my pores --
And maybe that's what deters them.
The stains in my heart contaminated enough to be unworthy of even a child's undelayed affection --
And how do I fix what I've yet to understand?
Why does my eagerness to connect fall on
deaf ears --
mute mouths --
caged hearts --
and bite back at me.
And how do you hold liquid close to your chest when your hands are a useless flask?
And how do you let go of the idea that anyone will see you as someone worth protecting?
Yes, I am okay! This idea came to me through different scenarios and this is where it went. (:
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Self-reflections, confessions, studied subjects, and soul spilling words that sit on the page, but hope to reach out and coil around those that chance a peek at them. If you like what you see, please leave some feedback and let me know. If you have...