Truth is, I’m terrified to pour myself out
To you
I’m scared your cup might over flow
And the mess will be too much for you to stay.
I’m terrified you won’t stay.
I’m terrified if I open up to you, you’ll wipe your boots on the welcome mat, but still drag filth inside with hidden intentions to walk out anyways.
I’m terrified that if I let you in you’ll grab your clothes and walk out
Taking a sock,
Something of mine with you that will leave me cold.
I’m scared to be honest and say I don’t want to talk dirty tonight…I want to talk jellyfish or butterfly kisses.
I don’t want to talk about how, “perfect’ my body is.
This body is mine, with temple walls too high to be obliterated again…
I’m sixteen…sex is a grownup thing…I still catch snowflakes on my tongue…
I sleep with a light on…to keep my skeletons in the closet.
I still have beanie babies for god sake!
I’m terrified
I’m terrified I’m being too honest right now.
Am I being too honest right now?
Am I being too forward?
Would I be being too honest if I told you that I would go barefoot for you?
Even though my toes hate the taste of floor.
You see? Even my toes are not ready to be naked for you…
Am I being too honest?
My dad says honesty is key,
But he doesn’t understand
Honesty can lock you behind doors,
I’m scared I’ll lock myself in,
I’m scared I’ll get lost looking for a window to find my piece of mind.
I’m terrified of my mind; the sounds of rushing thought that run like water.
They won’t shut the f**k up!
They whisper, “He’s lying.
He doesn’t want to stay.
Those cute little things won’t last forever.”
I’m drowning.
There is no gravity in here.
I’m terrified of drowning.
Of not being good enough for you,
Of over filling you cup with this mess of
My thought process,
Of being so dangerously honest that you take it as a mental illness
IM NOT CRAZY!
I’m just scared; terrified you’ll look at me as a mistake,
A regret.
He tells me I think too much…
I think too much.