I have never understood this feeling.
Joy and dread as one.
My stomach is cartwheeling.
Oh god, what have I done?

Have I really let someone in again?
Even though we all know how that goes.
Doesn't his smile just make you love the pain?
Do those dimples make you forget the coming woes?

You silly foolish little thing.
There is only one end to this story.
A ruptured heart and a broken wing.
We have seen this before and let us be honest it is rather gory.

Do you want to face that final page?
Alone and isolated on Trent...
Can you once more muster the healing rage?
Or more likely be left with a new dent.

Is it the accent or the heat of skin you need?
Does it go deeper than that, is it more deadly than that?
Is it his soul that makes you bleed?
Or is he no more than a rat?

Life will never show you the answers before you down pay.
So invest wisely your life and your body.
What does your gut have to say?
Or has she gone quiet no longer so *****.