Sloppy.

Sept 9/16

For the days in which I am an open book,
I know tomorrow I will buy a lock.
And that is the price that I pay,
Whenever I find myself opening up.

Because taking your clothes off,
Is never hard in the moment.
But trying to get dressed in front of somebody else,
Is always a little bit more sloppy.

 

(And that’s how it feels
Every time I’m more than willing to talk.
And then the next week I spend,
Wondering if I shared just a bit too much.)

 

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