emotional pen

i hate that i

have the audacity to write about

love

what the hell do

i know

how do i know if

i ever really felt anything

or did i just want it so much that i convinced myself that something was happening

cause i keep the safety on

never taking a shot

never knowing

a scrap of anything

i only have salvaged truths

from the neighbor's trash

im a just a coward

with

an emotional pen