She found solace in the hurt
She wore the scars of past wounds like a badge of honor
It’s so ironic how thoughts can do so much damage
She convinced herself being alone was for the best
Not willing to take the risk of another plaster being ripped from the walls of her soul
Being crazy in love did not become her
Commitment phobia or maybe it was paranoia
He was getting closer to unlocking the chains around her heart
Maybe the feelings would go away if she ignored them
She feared to be vulnerable; it seems love always left her feeling broken, winded and knocked off her feet
Her head said no but with every beat of her heart she longed to own him
Yearning for somewhere to run and hide
Old familiar pangs of wanting and longing to have someone by her side
Should she risk the gamble?
A timid, bruised and battered heart torn between the comfort of the past and the new story she was so afraid to write.
Written By Tachira Wiltshire