The closer I let you in,
The more I have to lose.

To be vulnerable is not my strong suit,
I see it as a short fuse.
Not much good could come
Of letting people in.
Let alone someone I actually care about.
Where would I begin.
To lose would feel like nothing,
Though you are not mine to have lost.
With everything that passes by,
The inability to feel the cost/
As the momories come flooding past now,
It is I who drove the end.
What a foolish girl.
Pushing people past what they can mend.
It is a self reflection.
A trap between two minds.
What is deserved and what is deprived.
A foolish little girl,
Who should know better than to play games.
Even if they unconsicously take place.
One can not go on, testing in these ways.