Impervious.
The defense of age.
Our hearts become small.
We’re loathe to engage.
We put up a wall.

Impervious.
In an armored suit.
Seeking protection.
To be resolute.
Avoid connection.

Impervious.
To one more heartbreak.
We like to think so.
But that’s our mistake.
Our hurt makes us grow.

Impervious.
I have tried to be.
It was just pretense.
For your love found me.
It pierced my defense.

Impervious.
Was never a thing.
I was closed off to
Almost everything—
Everything but you.

On my journey through the Unsocial Anarchy,
I could see the crooked dream.
The tranquility I felt was infinite.
But though crooked, it was impervious.

If only the skin
Wrapped 'round
My bones
Was not so
Paper thin,
Tearing with every
Sharpened word
That needles its way in
But rather, forged
In searing flame
And sheathed in
Cool detachment,
Impervious to every pain
Unmoved by
Fleeting passions.

I used to think I was
Thought nothing would ever touch me
Could ever
Yet once I awoke I found this was not the case
Seemingly everything got me

I used to think I would always be
Thinking that such thought would never plague me
Could never
Yet I found the more time passed
The more those thoughts hit me

I liked to think that I was
For the sake of me, for us
Impervious was a trait I had to hold
Without it, I'd be a mess

Over time I became Impervious
People words couldnt touch me
They held no meaning
Why do your words hit me?
How do they cut me through chainmail will?

I am Impervious, I am Imperfect, I am Impure, I am Ignorant
Simply I, *me
Am Impervious to the way of this world
All but to you, who solely holds my strings

I used to think I was Impervious
Now im not so sure...