This is me.
I'll push you away
because I've been hurt
in the past.
The kind of hurt that makes you question every declaration of love.
The kind of hurt
that bleaches every color
Until your heart becomes possessed by a gray filter.
The hurt that sounds like a drunk
opera orchestra
Like a violin in wrong hands.
So, I'm sorry if you
cant put up with me
If you don't love me
then don't judge me.
-Ridhwan
