i fear talking to someone new for i know how things will turn out. opening up would be the first step next would be talking the life about. - and i would start feeling special writing poetries in their name. opening up enough to show my vulnerabilities and crack a few of my jokes, lame. - and then things start to change only when they will have me feeling adored. and before i know it, conversations shrink and they move out of my life, bored. - i am not sure if there's something wrong with me and if i should keep my feelings shoved. because everytime i show them out i have to ask myself if i deserve any love.