Here again,
going through practiced motions
Then the weight,
of her words,
So strained,
I can feel how tired
She,  My Love must be...

How syllables placed,
Upon my weakest walls
so quick to believe
Knowing the danger
behind words
The ease
at which most lie
Unlike this world
I am genuine
But battle worn.
taking measures,
building my walls...  I...

Its best for both,
myself,
the rest,...  If...
I, hold on, to everything
it all goes wrong
So easily, and I am last to heal
So what am I doing here
Smiling
at just the thought of Her