I’m worried about love,
Not that I’ll never find it but that
I’ll never let myself keep it.
It reminds me too much of seashells,
I could take it and no one could stop me-
I deserve the luxury of calling it my own after searching for so long..but I always put them back,
Because I know something could still be living deeper inside, tucked in a spot that the light doesn’t hit.
Seashells and lovers are better left only half discovered.
