Careful, or you might step
On shatters from when I wept.
Don't ***** your beautiful skin
On ruins of my loving.
You did not knock over the vase,
Inch by inch over distanced days.

I led myself on
A little too long.
Until it inevitably fell,
Broken pieces of my fragile self.
Can't you avoid the shards of my ardour?
This is not the time to be a charmer.

Isolated in my passionate ***,
I let my social relationships rot.
Now lone without my toxic shell,
I suffer in a subtle hell.
But I will still keep pushing you away.
I don't want to drag you into my fray.