Soft in the Middle

by Shelby Eileen

I keep inside me an inventory of things that I regret I’ve shared and who I’ve shared them with it’s not that they weren’t worthy it’s that I don’t know how to give myself up so easily

This.

I have an awful bad habit of running away and expecting people to follow

I don’t know what it is to feel wanted only what it is to want I hate feeling like I need to fling myself off of cliffs just to see if anyone will follow