Bad Habits

I have this bad habit of not knowing when to stop.
Not halting myself from spilling into strangers that don't deserve all this magic I pour from my lips.
I have a bad habit of telling others my stories when they are still just scars on my skin I keep picking at in hopes that will heal them.
I have this bad habit of trusting strangers that smile back.
I ignore what might be shadows in their eyes and pretend it's just the sunlight.
It takes me too long to realise not all people worship water like I do.
They don't see how strong it can be.
They don't believe in the magic, my magic.
So I'm trying to find the ones who are worthy.
I'm calling out to them, begging for their open heart stories