Shattered
You pulled me in without even trying.
Without any effort at all.
Was it the way you spoke?
The way it causes me to hang onto your every word, the way they seem to assert so much authority.
was it your confidence?
the way you believe in yourself without the help of others
the same way that made me believe in you
Was it your smile
The way it Would shine
The way it made me smile too or even join in on laughter
Was it your aggression?
The little glint of danger that seemed to be so exciting and inviting
The attitude and mannerisms that let others know, " he not one to fuck with"
Maybe it was the way you made me feel?
like I was finally living
finally able to be happy
finally wanted
and most of all....cared for.
I was so wrapped up in everything that was you
So focused on you
I had let your problems become my own
Volunteered to fight those battles that you yourself seem to be always fighting.
Something that had started out as physical had suddenly became emotional
But was it really all that sudden?
Love was chosen not thrown or forced on either party.
But sometimes love is just never enough.
Trust was broken.
Feelings were forgotten.
And if or when it ends a heart or two will be shattered
A mess for someone else to clean up
Change is scary and inevitable
And keeps us vulnerable
But so is life.
