After getting a haircut
for those responses.
is someone there…?
I thought I was too much of myself for anyone to care for me that deeply.
maybe I’ve hardened myself for so long that I’ve forgotten what it looks like to be admired.
maybe there’s no more gates. no more ways in. impossible. unfeasible for anyone to even get in.
it’s not fair. I didn’t know anyone was there. the wall is too high, I’m afraid.
I didn’t know anyone wanted to come inside.
I scurried aimlessly looking for a way that would let you come in. come over that wall.
please don’t be offended that I have nothing readily available.
I’m not used to having company. at least not in here.
is it so hard to believe that I’ve been hurt before too?
that I am a hurt person walking around.
that I can’t see genuine affection anymore because of my own past.