I am damaged with wounds to heal.

No salt spilled in the gashes of my soul.

Which maybe the cause for the infeaction of the heart.

Where I force love to be removed so I don't have to feel pain.

Inflicted by your actions alone.

Me crying and pleading to God above.

To tape my mouth shut so I don't spew hatred on the account of my pain caused solely by you.

Knowing the one thing I never wanted to be is hate.

When love is prying at the gates of my walls.

Screaming in fear to let it in!

But what if I won't be able to survive your next encounter?

This is where I run...

So don't follow...

Because love all this just says to me I'm not ready.

Love asking in a calming voice back to me when are we ever truly ready?