I want to go back to being an island,
I don’t want to feel this madness
the one boiling down my blood
and pushing the boundaries of my sanity.
The attack towards the sanctity
of my safe headspace
is proving to be more effective
than what I’ll ever be willing to admit.
I’m exhausted and wish my bubble back,
the feeling of the protective shell
over my sensitive skin,
that one which always saved me
from the stupid pain
born from concerning with others.
I need the missing pieces of my heart,
the same ones which others stole…
mainly that one that one guy took
as is prize after managing
to break through my defenses
and take all the tenderness hidden away.
I feel like the treasure tower
crumbled after the siege
and all its contents were stolen,
I need to step back and regroup
otherwise, the currently dry
fountain of my love
will never carry it’s sweet nectar again
and the bitterness of the pain
will forever take a hold
of my broken heart.
I don’t min