I look,
for some sort of protection,
but find nothing close to it,
behind your eyes,
I look closer,
deeper,
hoping to pull what I need,
out of you,
but I can't even find a bit,
or a piece,
of what I truly need,
what I want,
from you,
to me,
to the wall,
and the in between,
nothing we do,
makes sense to me,
and the trust is breaking,
it will get lost before it has begun.
