she has been cherishing the wild and intimate moments like they were the only ones who mattered
fell fondly and deeply in love with people she admired
spent her days, paranoid, of what they think of her, if her, in her own skin, is worth their time nor even worth them
overanalyzing everything they do, if they seem hostile because of something she has done wrong
if they are going to leave like everyone else did before
she's afraid to trust again and let her self fall
she's protective over her heart
because she doesn't want to break it in two
she's scared of commitment
yet
she loves tattoos
