
It's impossible to love me as there are so many bruises all over me,
It's impossible to love me the fullest until I heal them totally.
The more love you pour within me, the more it will flow out,
As the field without water when it drought.
Reassurance is all I need but there is no way for it,
As my body is like a glass and there are so many cracks over it.
The more you give, the more it leaks,
That's why what's important for me is to cure my wounds first and fix.
Loving my cover is hard as nobody had told me how to kiss where it pain,
Collected my sorrow since start and thinking about it is literally insane.
Now in this point where the things are hard to figure and hard to hide,
Don't know how to show my scares in the day that's why I love night.
As it hides my pain so I could live for a while,
Because nights know, this is a long way journey with the steps of thousand miles.



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