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.
Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 8:05 PM UTC
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.