We are all broken,
That’s how the light gets in.
People always tell me I’m built to love but in true honesty I’m scared, scared to love, scared to love myself and scared to feel loved.
It’s a constant viscous circle.
It’s funny because a circle is unbreakable unlike my heart, my self worth and my spirit.
Even though I loved deeper, more soulfully than I ever loved before, all the while I was terrified of the feelings, of loving that person with flaws and all, for allowing him to love me and my flaws.
Was I ever worthy of his love?
Was he worthy of my love ?
Is anyone worthy of a love so incredibly deeply soulful?
Unanswerable questions, ones that run rings around my mind, at a trillion miles an hour.