Bruises

I wish the ones before had not left me so cold. Had not led me to be so afraid of showing my love. Not because "they hurt me" but it had always been too much, or an embarrassment, wasted on the wrong person. "Clingy, and childish" And I wish I could have kept that soft, affectionate person I was. Wish they hadn't stolen that from me. Or perhaps wish I had been strong enough to not lose that person. Wish I could be as strong as those who go through hell and back and manage to still be bright and kind. And I'm not so frigid or cruel, but I don't think I know how to be so open anymore. and i wish they had let me be better for you and hadn't left me so afraid left me so bruised.