The weakness is me

I would never tell you that I think you’re weak for being in love. For being vulnerable. I can’t be vulnerable. I can’t. I put my guard up. I put it up and I keep it up. I don’t want anyone in here. I don’t want anyone to know. I don’t want to tell my secrets. I don’t want to give myself away. Piece by piece, I would be giving myself to someone. Giving myself to someone when I’ve never thought it could work. I’ve never met a man with whom I thought it could work. It could work for a few months. It could work for a year or so. But I’m going to hate you and distance myself from you and leave you on a Tuesday morning. I’m going to blindside you. So what’s the point?