Fragile hearts and broken segments of past loves,
do nothing but pollute our sky with sadness and selfish adorn.
I watched as you lit a fire full of intention and to call truce but like a flame to paper I lit a fire to burn.
I have to push my ideal, to be first to act.
That's my defense, my security.
I know i don't mean it.
You know i don't mean it.
You are of rational mind, you know all there is.
We feel something and nothing.
This is all made up.
These attacks I spring on you are through tired eyes who sees patterned fear and a man who is petrified to survive alone with an unexpressed heart.
I love recklessly with too much to give,
that's my specialty --
I feel your pain,
that's why you keep me so close.
It's enough to stop me breathing.
Your torment becomes my torment.
You are sensitive in nature.
Hidden within a lie.
Copyright © Christina Clark