In a prison of my own creation
of guarded heart and shielded mind
to never know the sheer elation
of freely giving and receiving in kind
I do not regret being with you for all of our lives, btw, but rather just withholding my thoughts and feelings from you for so long for fear of hurting you. I'm so sorry. I don't know how to stop. You have shared so freely these past couple of weeks, and it has hurt, but at least we could work through things.
Perhaps now that I have shared the darkest thing, I can make an effort to let my guard down more.
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