Mendoza Line

i’ve been out of love more than in suppressing desires deep within trying to keep my convictions alive but when someone gets close me i move away so they won’t see my proximity to the Mendoza Line i’ve known heartbreaks who had no fear but didn’t know when the coast was clear and blindly tripped over moments in time when minutes turned into hours then days and raging lust was just a phase i considered jumping the Mendoza line i want someone who’s been through the wars and see me as her paramour to show me if love is truly blind a lover who’s got nothing to gain when my shaking starts all over again and hold me above the Mendoza Line i may have sealed my fate buried underneath the weight of a diversion that’s become my shrine but for those of us who average 2 of 10 know that its just a matter of when we fall below the Mendoza Line