I
convinced myself countless of time that just because love has failed me before
doesn’t mean I can’t try again. The past year of learning meditation has taught
me to be an observer of my own thought, to know that the past are a part of me
but they do not necessarily have to affect me, taking away all my courage to
move forward in life. I am still trying to be at ease in my own skin and accepting
my own flaws and insecurities, therefore I am unsure if I’m still that raging
storm destroying everything I touched.
I
am not worth the risk for I might just walk out the story unconsciously. I
don’t know what triggers your heart, as though I’m the light you’re seeking
for. I can make someone heart full with my presence, I can even enlivened you
in the best possible way but I can also be the worst wreckage you will ever
experience. I am impatient and unkind who would destroy you in the best possible
way, that when I turn away you will understand why storms are name after
people.
I ain't worth the risk.