Writing

Easier

It’s easier to push you away
Than to show you how I feel.
Easier to tell you that I don’t love you
Than to pour my heart out to you.
Easier to pretend you don’t exist
Than to smell your scent on my sheets.
Easier to turn my back on you
Than to lose myself in your blue eyes.
It tears me apart knowing how you love me.
Because I’m too afraid of loving you back.
Afraid to hurt you.
Afraid to be hurt.
I can’t be what you want me to be.
Maybe one day.
But for now, it’s easier this way.

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