the edges of my heart

am I the only person that runs away whenever one or another comes close

I keep one door open but one closed which possibly have accesses to edges of my heart

am I the only person whenever they given someone their heart they will fulfil

the need to make them happy

sometimes in the process of their own feelings to be hurt

am I the only person that racks something so beautiful that arrives in their life cause i am

frightened that

the love that can be given to me

will be gone as soon as it arrives, so i destroy

it before it can demolish me.

am I the only that cannot live within the happy things which happens

to me so I run before i  cry blood, which will be the glory of others which despite me, but those were the one's who touched the edges of my heart.