I’m scared to love you. Scared to let you into my head, if I let you in you’ll have to stumble over all of my self-doubt, all of my negative thoughts, my fears. I’m scared if you see all of the cobwebs in my heart that you won’t want to bring the necessary things you need to clean up my damaged heart. I’m scared that you will only love the nice parts, the parts I pretend to be when the morning light is shining. But when the night brings out my inner demons and I howl with the wolves in the night will you be able to handle the blood on my lips.