It's like every word you speak falls into me. I absorb it and become at war with it.
I battle and clash against everything you stand for.
You are a poison to the small flowerbed I planted months ago and I am too busy building up my walls to explain myself
You lit the matches in my hand and gave them back but I am doing everything I can to make sure they burn out on the ground .
I don't want your problems
I don't want your mind
I don't want your worries
I don't want your quirks
I don't want you even when you want me to.
I know you don't care about me, don't pretend like you don't because somehow...
That's worse on so many levels.
You are a hurricane and I don't want to be in your eye.
You will destroy me if I let you
But if I let down my walls and let you in, and if your were kind and let me in past your walls, I would not be here waving this pointless war.
I struggle to stand by peace when I have stood by you
