Stagnant, immovable, still.
Cursing myself to an emotional spiral.
Not trusted. Not trusting. Not trustworthy.
To be robbed by a past experience of love.
Sentencing myself to a world of fear.
Fear to love and fear to be loved.
Excluding myself from the beauty of life,
Choosing to remain in the unknown.
I blame others for what they have not done.
I choose to love what I shouldn’t love.
I close my eyes and dream of her,
Knowing she will never be able to love me.
How can you love what chooses not to be loved.