The truth is I’m frightened. Everyone is in life. However, I’m a bit more terrified at the thought of being vulnerable. I like to write prose and poems on love and life.
“Be free, wild hearts!”, I say, “Fall in love and kiss in the rain.”
The truth is that I’m a hypocrite. I’m the biggest hypocrite, I know and I know plenty.
I don’t allow myself the love that I preach to the world.
I’m a coward. I look for shelter in the rain. I don’t dance in it.
I pen down love and life. I spill poetry like vodka and intoxicate hearts.
I’m terrific at making people fall in love with me.
Not the constant.
I will write you love poems and tell you to give your heart away. The truth is that when it comes to myself, all I have is an out of tune heart beat and some lies to give.