From where i sit
in this puddle of memories
my instincts feel like
the vague words
that form prophecies
of yesterday

"Run !" they screamed (they meant far and fast)
And when i failed to , she did not.
"Break!" i heard breathlessly exhaled in a yell ( they meant everything)
And where i was weak adhesive begging to bond, she was volatile nitroglycerin  
"Forget what it could do to her" ( I longed to much more than i ever understood)
And where i remembered, she removed.

Instincts.
Born not of anything i could see.
For sure i thought, Paranoia.
But No.  
Something in me saw sure.
when i could not to myself admit
the deadly damage she was capable of inflicting
  
But were this damage to turn to not be irreperable  
I will have been ecstatic to ignore my instincts
Though fool it might make me
If again i near involuntarily ignore
for unbelievable ideals.