Day 67

I was never fine with being alone.

But,
I was always scared
of sharing,
caring,

giving away my soul.

I'm really good at talking,
except about the issue at hand.
I've been put on the spot
and my mouth turns dry.

It's you,
you see;
It's this.

My mind races so fast that
my tongue can't capture the words.

Now I know how lost I am.
Now I know how broken I am.
Now I know how scared I am

to reach out.

Your hand moves towards mine and our
fingertips touch...

[ SJM ]