4/18/23                                                                                                                                      7:26 PM

Do I miss you?

Or do I miss the safety of love?

For so long

I thought I loved myself

I convinced myself nobody was ready for me

So I’d stay alone

To others, seemingly unattainable

A mystery that some desired to have a chance to figure out

The whole time

Part of me was just protecting myself

From facing that daunting fear again…

The one where I’d feel as though

No one would ever want to keep fighting for me

Once they got to know the real me

Once the lure of the mystery was gone

And all that was left was a real person

Raw and imperfect