You ask me to share to you what's in my internal bottle.
I say no
You ask me to share to you what's in my internal bottle.
I say no
You again ask me to share to you what's in my internal bottle.
I finally give in,
My bottle breaks,
I cry,
You run,
and once again I'm left alone cleaning up my own shards and begin putting everything back in that bottle of mine...
Including the person who turned their back on me,
and the view of them walking away when I finally gave them what they wanted.
And people ask me why it's so hard for me to open up.
Do you dare ask again?
