Poetry Diaries 1: Nepenthe

25. Philophobia

People like her, they ran
At the very first sign of trouble
Not because of a lack of love
But because they felt it double

She felt it before, all of it
She knew the way it breaks
And blows into smithereens
Even the most tough to all aches

It's a wonder how she could
Still summon a smile and date
Knowing what she's been through
In her tragic, miserable fate

But only once she's been let down
By the lover who didn't know her story
Will she put her walls higher up
Than her normal self-preservatory

No matter the reassurance he showers her
None of it will be able to permeate
Her mind is closed as her heart is
She would leave and wouldn't hesitate

//Philophobia
Eririn