i have a fear of hurt.
i can't say things are good or bad now
just better than they were before.
fallen skylines
making new lines.
fear of being human
fear of speaking truly.
its never been so real
and it's never been so difficult
there's no spontaneity in a model life.
the 'trust me' was an open hand
invitation.
inviting me to wake up and realize all these things were around me
supporting an unaware me.
i trusted and saw
all the love
and the honesty.
taking off the wound bandages one by one.
i just want you wrapped around me like a scarf.
shielding me against the cold
of unwary hearts.
i'm supposed to smile through all of this.
thank you for the open hand.
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