Borrowed love...

I had feelings for hearts that would never have opened their doors

Every time hope tried to bloom, everything fell apart

Warmth seems foreign to me

I never knew what a free laugh or a free fall into the arms of trust was

Always question affection,

Am I worthy of being loved?

Am I even worthy of offering my love?

Won’t I be a cheap version of the love you once received?

My interest feels like a sin

It’s as if I had a beating hell instead of a beating heart

When love is on borrowed time

Pain seems to last a lifetime

Feelings are made up

Me? I am still on survival mode

Where my skin is a canvas of bruises, doubts and traces of disgust

You? Your heart is still surrounded by pink bubbles

Where your feet run on the beach with eternity within reach.