Can’t you see

There’s something wrong with me

This love I have

Has no end.

I don’t have a space for it to fit.

It leaks out to those who hate it.

People who want silence

Because they chose it.

I relate to them so much.

Distanced as a standard.

Love is scary:

A risk.

What if its not perfectly fit?!

What if that didn’t matter?

What if it is about depth spent?

And love can be ever flowing?

Feelings toxic?

Being human is so confusing.

I’ll just stay broken.

Love shifts to fit,

The moment we open.