it hurts
my eyes
to stare
into the sky
because the rain drips in.
head down
watching my feet take turns hitting the ground
I've learned to keep my heart inside my sweater
rather than on my sleeve
I've learned to leave
rather than ever love hard enough to be
scarred by the
bruises that come with
falling
so I watch my steps
o h
s o
c a r e f u l l y.
fear of heartbreak
and of watching his back as I'm left in his
afterglow
fear of having to know
the terror that comes with falling
and the sore muscles that come with getting back up.
I won't
so
I can't
so
I don't.
And
I'm
[scared to fall in love with you because I fear that you'll leave me like the rest of them but I truly am]
Sorry.