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.

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