Breath

Not Again

Are things really different?

Is the past really in the past?

Because dark storm coulds still hang overhead

Dark as the visions of a blind man

Heavy as the weight of the world

My roadblock

My brick wall

My dead end.

I can't trust you anymore.

Not with my thoughts,

My feelings,

My heart,

My love.

I'm still afraid.

Afraid of that arrow

The one that pierced me

Through my heart

And my soul.

The archer being the person

The friend

That I would have once trusted with my life.

Now,

I can't even trust her with my life.

I can't share with her

What I once could.

I can't.

I'm scared.

I can't be hurt.

Not again.