Maybe it’s not that I am unlovable.
But in fact, that I am unloving.
I cannot be open
and give my heart to another.
I’m so guarded, never allowing
you to have power over me.
I need to have control
to hide my insecurities.
I won’t be vulnerable
because I know you will hurt me.
But at the end of the day,
I’m desperate for acceptance.