I know happy endings are like lavender moonstones
beautiful but very rare, I strive to keep hope alive
that someday I'll find one but ever since the earthquake
called "you" shook the pavements of my heart I
live in a state of doubt.
the fear is gone I admit , but the cracks are
still there to plug sense into me.
whatever looks like love intrigues me,
sometimes I try to walk around it but I don't feel
courageous enough to walk towards it.
never thought of myself as guarded but I can't
find another word to describe what I've become-
I'd love to guarantee to everyone who tries to love me
that I'm worth their time and their efforts, that they
will get their ticket to the insides of me
but I can't.
