By Mac Guerreiro
Eye’ve never been great at receiving,
At opening my lane on that two-way street,
Receiving love especially,
Eye’ve always felt as if my feelings weren’t real,
Because that’s what those outside of me said,
Eye internalized that,
Deeper than eye care to share,
So eye get lost in my own head,
Unable to let you in,
Even when you’re waiting at the door,
Eye turn away and stare at the floor,
Because eye’m scared,
Scared that you’ll see how powerless eye really feel,
Scared that you’ll see my wounds and decide they’re too serious to heal,
Scared that by turning towards you eye’m turning away from me,
When in truth eye’m simply opening my lane of that two-way street.
Mystical Mac 