I’m not afraid of people. I’m afraid of what my heart does the moment someone feels safe. I attach like it’s instinct, like my soul remembers them from another lifetime. Like I’m supposed to stay. But life never stays that soft. So I build distance, a quiet, invisible wall hoping to protect the part of me that loves too deeply for its own good.
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You know, I've always believed that anytime a reaction is justified, an over-reaction is better than no reaction. I think that applies to feelings as well. Feeling so deeply, excessively, is a part of what colors the world. It's also helpful for observational poets. 😊 I really like this piece. I find it relatable, and the economy of your language here is top tier.