I'm not scared of him
I'm horrified that I'll start to care
That with everyday passing by I'll like him more and more
And in the end I was nothing but a distraction or something to win, waste and throw away
As many so have done before him
I'm stopped in my tracks because I want this to work
But it hasn't so far
I'm petrified of being hurt again because so many were cold and broken enough to smash my big open heart into shards of hollowed glass that can't be fixed and I'll once again pull out my half used bottle of glue and pink princess bandaids trying to fix the puzzle shard of my leftover heart
-t.c
