I'm not a selfish person
And I'm not a greedy person
Yet I can't help but feel like I ask too much
That I need too much
I can't
Having so much love in my heart is a wonderful thing I was told
I was always told to dream
It's amazing up until I'm in my room late at night clutching my chest whimpering like the mutt I am
I am consumed by an overwhelming loneliness
I stare at the ceiling as I long for something I can't name
I worry that this longing will hurt me forever
I put on a mask and pretend it doesn’t bother me but it does
It does…
I’m scared I’ll remember
Where do I store all this heartache?
I don’t fear being close
I fear standing before you emotionally raw
And you being repulsed












