Unfinished Art Work

The truth is I’m terrified of loving you. I’m scared to let you in because everyone before you ripped my heart apart. I’m scared to tell you that I want you to be only mine and me yours. I’m scared to tell you that I want to shout from the roof tops that finally I’ve meant the man of my dreams. I’m scared to admit that on nights like these I dream of us and our family. I’m scared oh boy how I’m scared. You see my past has shown me to not love. My past has proven that true happiness doesn’t exists. So what do you do when it’s staring you in the face? You sabotage it. You look for any corner or un- sanded edge and criticize it, blame it, and shame it away from all existence because it’s too hard to see the beautiful piece of artwork that can be a result of you and me.

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