My heart has been scorched by my own hand.
I saw, I yearned and I loved.
Reaching out to the unknown I only hurt myself. The pain pierced my skin, made me bleed. I should have stayed with what I knew. I should have remained alone.
If I had remained the same and had not tried to change, then the nights wouldn’t be so hard to get through.
With the loneliness, I feel more secure. The scorch on my heart from the loneliness is something I’m familiar with.
The familiar isn’t something above my reach and it isn’t a fabricated love.
The unknown isn’t for me, I learned my lesson. My scorched heart is proof.
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