I have a tendency to run from arms that are stretched open
for me. A tendency to think when people take
an interest in me, they only mean to pry me open with an oyster knife and leave
me empty. Your past has taught you that anyone can leave if they want to try.
So you don’t pry and you don’t ask why, but you always stay
I feel like I relate to this ..
💔 I feel it
I felt this one!
This poem reminds me of someone. Very beautiful.
Beautiful
Oh my god. I can feel it in my nerves