because i'm afraid.
afraid of what you can do to me.
afraid of the past.
the past that consisted of boys who hurt.
hurt more than i ever want to be hurt again.
you can only take so much before you just want to be done with it all.
you just want it to end.
but it can't just end without something drastic.
all the bullshit can't simply be ignored.
you brush it away, yet reach for something attainable
something that is positive, stable.
and when you find the good, whatever good it is, you don't ever want to let go.
so you hold on.
hoping that something better is going to come along.
and before you know it, something does.
or so you think.
maybe this time it will be different.
maybe this time he will be different.
but no.
it's always the same.
the same game. the girl.
hurt.
alone.
so how is she expected to simply trust.
free fall into a world she knows nothing about.
trust is sacred because it has slowly deteriorated from years of misuse.
so she keeps up the wall.
the wall that guards her heart, her mind, her thoughts, her love
wishing that maybe it actually will be different this time
but still so unsure of anything, of everything.
in time, it might change, will change.
in time.
nothing lasts forever.
the pain will fade away.
the experiences will be forgotten, forgiven,
but the memories remain.
those of pain, heartbreak, loneliness, abandonment, despair.
times like these she hopes will appear no more.
but nothing is for sure.
nothing can be promised, no matter how many times sworn
no one is perfect.
no one
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