You Broke Heaven

Protect

i.

Can we really
Protect ourselves
From those we love ?

ii.

my soul often aches
for the comfort you offer,
how will I protect myself?

if you decide to
disown me like a
piece of antique ,

you'd rather have new
fling with this Manhattan
air, lingering new aspirations

iii.

though used to it,
like every spring
I come back to you

fools bear no name
but it's me that
wears this tag ,

with much pride ,
I'd rather be your
lover , that now's her spot

iv.

maybe , maybe
we are played to
believe that one could

Protect themselves,
Their sanity, and soul
From those they love;