I am not used to being loved.
I do my own stuff—not because I always like to, but because I have to
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In a crowded world, I stand alone, not because I'm an introvert, but because people scare me.
I cook for myself, not because I always enjoy it, but because it's necessary.
I can spend all day alone, not because I'm lonely, but to avoid unnecessary drama.
I have a tiny circle, not because I can't connect with people, but because I value quality over quantity.
I love the idea of love. I like watching love movies and others' love stories.
But when it comes to me, I run away—not because I hate love, but because the idea of being loved is unfamiliar.
Maybe I feel good knowing I could be loved, but I fear how deeply it could hurt if it breaks.
Because I am not used to being loved.....
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Comments (3)
Wow you really describe yourself well. You make people understand you! Great poem. Very well put.
I understand this feeling. Good poem.
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