what sits behind

I’d love to have the chance to show you.

show you what’s playing in my head,

what different thoughts are racing by at lightning fast speeds every second.

to show you what scars are sitting on my heart.

to show you all of the reasons why.

why when you tell me how much you “love me” I can’t help but wonder if what you’re really seeing is in fact me

and not just the face I chose to wear that day because it went well with my outfit.

I worry I won’t ever find my someone.

I worry I might never be loved in a way that feels like love to me.

 

 

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