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The Ability to Love After Being Hurt |
Can I pull you close, I want to hold you, Now get as far way, the smell of trust is way to much. It wasn't my choice, in my heart something noticed you I need my time and space. Don't fill me with your sweetness, as it's just a waste. Harsh, but true, it's just me, not you. The shoes you would have tto fill, it's not fair-- it could be a bit surreal. I have looked for love, in the end only to find nothing but pain-- it's so real. Realness and bitterness is all my heart has ever known, I'm sorry for this fakeness, the anguish I have felt- has never been able to be shown. I care I really do, I would understand if these feelings of mine were to high a demand. |