October 6th, 2009
I find myself hiding,
in corners of my mind,
I was raised like this,
my walls can’t be broken down.
I’ve been placed here,
built the bricks up high,
and I’m scared to climb over,
because they’re too wobbly.
There’s no foundation,
they’re trying to break down,
and I find myself scared,
even if it’s what I want.
I need to let them in,
I lead them to the door,
just a step more,
then I lock myself in.
December 20th, 2022
Scared to make myself vulnerable
Knowing how much I could have liked you
Trying not to ruin a good thing
Because there is no re-do
Keeping my walls up
When you’re the thing that scares me
Feeling safe with you
But getting hurt again is terrifying
Not sure where this was going
But every story has an end
So is this ours
Or will we still be friends?
January 4th, 2022
How is a word so scary
Removed it from my vocabulary
Except I used to feel too strongly
Until the word was used so wrongly
I felt that way about the word
A fluttering feeling when it was heard
Art and poetry filled with its letters
Then I realized that it deserved better
No meaning to support the claim
Because they say it all the same
Waiting to feel the warmth of the flame
So I avoid using its name
Doll Poetry 