You make so many mistakes because no one taught you how to hold yourself. You travel through and through experiences naming them all love because no one taught you how to recognize it. You stumble upon something that shakes you to your core, it feels familiar, but you’re clumsy and let it go because no one ever taught you how to hold onto love.
Now you bleed from all the mistakes I’ve made. You’re confused by your experience with me. You don’t want to hold on any longer because you can’t forgive my first attempts at love.
So I swallow my mistakes. I refuse to experience love ever again. I crave only your hand to hold because with you I finally learned what love was, when it was too late.
Miss Parisia B.