Impulsively, No More

I’d let you kiss me if it meant my secrets wouldn’t escape past my mouth, if I could look past the ghosts, and never force open that chamber in my heart again, if I could build a church in you and never let loose my sins. I'm not used to opening these doors and you continue to push at my core. Can’t you see that this jigsaw heart just can’t take anymore? I should walk away, but instead I push you away, because there is no cure and this is the best defense to this disease. I’d let you kiss me if it simply meant nothing more.