Why is true love so hard to express?
Why can't I throw away those thoughts of what that man instiled in me? I have met and befriended ones that prove all of those instillments are not always true.
Yet, when I find a person worth taking a chance on, I can't quiet those thoughts and inner demons for me to
fight for what I want or reach out my hand for help and my scars raise up again of what that man did to and said to me.
Every part of my body says run, but my soul says please help me, holed me and love me.
I love you, but I can't talk, I can't move and I can't act on it.