FoundAlongRoad

I have to think
If someone wrote so much about me
I’d be dying to read it
Even if it was terrifying
Or uncomfortable from lack of requiting
I’d still have to see

But I tell myself I know I have the most curious mind
And love of words
And not everyone sees the worth
Doesn’t mean there isn’t

()
And sometimes I think of back when she set that folder aside and broke me somewhere deep inside and I carried that into you and thought you wouldn’t understand and so I never tried enough to
Let you in
You were the only one that gave me
Every bit of you
And I never deserved it
Was already too broken
I’m sorry.