I’m sorry
I look at the flowers in spring
and cry at its beauty,
I smile at the touch of the sun,
and laugh at its warmth
and I am reminded,
it is tiring to love
I ache with nostalgia,
and remember better times,
I wander around my head
looking for something not there
screaming in silence,
hurt by neglect
and I am reminded
it is tiring to hurt
to be connected to everything
it is draining
to feel all those around you
and to not be apart of it
but I find moments of peace
thank you to my companions,
for giving me solace,
but to truly give my heart?
When I try…
It is if my soul is torn out of my body,
a self defense to prevent death
for feeling everything is a blessing and a curse,
which is why I’m sorry,
sorry that I cannot love you