tender moments
are broken by fear
fear led by
tender moments
* * *
It hasn’t been the same since I died.
I feel distracted.
Disconnected.
I never want to open myself up to hurt again.
You’re on the hook for my pain.
If we hadn’t been close, I might have stayed safe.
I’m building up walls.
No windows.
Only doors that open outward.
I can take care of myself.
I can.
Who needs you anyway.
If I’m in control, I’ll be protected.
No one can touch me again.