I love you.

Love is a strong word to atone to,

especially for me,

knowing i once loved true,

then it crashed down,

burning and turning to something i once knew.

Love is a scary word for me,

Knowing how it beat me to my knees,

on a cold winter night,

Wondering “how can i love right?”

Love is a beautiful thing though,

how it binds to you,

How it morphs you back into the child you once knew,

feeling the warmth that you knew was true.

Love is scary.

Digging out the feelings you once had to bury,

For reasons that flooded your present with your past,

Then it supposingly comes back in a flash?

but your still scared of love right?

So the memories of your last affect you leaving you still an outcast.