Trust. Intimacy.
Safe puts me on edge. Safe pushes me towards panic. Safe, caring, loving intimacy makes me feel like running.
That’s fucked. Having issues with this shit. That when I do meet someone that is safe, and I don’t mean safe as in vanilla, or the stereotyped norm. I mean safe as in someone that meets me on a very honest level, someone which genuinely cares, I want to run away. My reaction is to find flaw. To not believe and to push it away. My body tells me I’m not safe. My body tells me that I am going to get hurt.
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