Maybe you just can't cope,
With another scar,
Upon your heart.

Maybe you don't want him,
To take hold of,
Your everything,
With his rough and,
Clinging hands.
Intertwine himself,
Though the branches of you,
And work his way,
Every closer,
Imbedding himself,
Into your roots.

Maybe you don't want,
to get caught,
In the warm thermal winds,
And let them uplift,
Your entirety,
Dilute your sense,
Of gravity.

So, If you feel yourself falling,
Just close your eyes.

Maybe it's better you crash and burn?