I understand that trust is hard to get back. I really do. I’ve been there and I’ve been cheated on so many times you couldn’t imagine. But I promise that I love you and even if I get a snapchat from Ryan or we talk once and a while that I’m not going back to him. I realize I messed up with that other guy when things were unclear with our status. I understand it hurts you when I get drunk and kiss girls. But please know that I am worth your trust and it hurts so much that I still don’t have it. It hurts that I’m the first girl you haven’t been able to trust. All if this makes me sad and I just want you to see me in a better light.
anon or not
I’m tired of loving people more than they could ever love me.
Oh goodness I would love you all so much if you went and voted for me. If you do send me a message and I will create a list of those who have and promote you guys on my blog. Or just do it for the support because I would so love this and I know you all are so caring and wonderful.
Don’t fall in love with a curious one.
They will want to know who you are, where you come from, what your family was like.
They will look through your photographs and read all of your poems. They will come over for dinner and speak to your mother about how their curiosity has taught them things of use to her. They will ask you to rant when you’re angry and cry when you’re hurt.
They will ask what that raised eyebrow meant. They will want to know your favorite food, your favorite color, you favorite person. They will ask why.
They will buy that camera you liked, pay attention to that band you love in case there’s a show near by, they will get you the sweater you smiled at once. They’ll learn to cook your favorite meals.
The curious people don’t settle for your shell, they want the insides.
They want what makes you heavy, what makes you uneasy, what makes you scream
for joy, and anger, and heartbreak.
Their skin will turn into pages
that you learn to pour out your entire being in.
Don’t fall in love with the curious one.
They won’t let a sigh go unexplained.
They will want to know what they did
Exactly what they did to make you love them.
Year, month, week, day.
“What time was it? What did I say? What did I do?
How did you feel?”
Don’t fall in love with a curious one because I’ve been there.
They will unbutton your shirt
and read every scar
They will dissect your every limb, every organ, every thought, every being.
There’s a curiosity in you
that will move mountains some day
as you’ve moved me
I am such a bundle of insecurity today.