Monday, April 9, 2012

Philophobia

It's not a crack in the skin.
It's a crack in the heart.

Not just a wound, a constant weight.

And even if you held me, captured.
I'd find a way to flee.

Couldn't convince me, if you tried to make me believe.

Love won't set you free.

A risk inducing loss, out of control that buries me.

One single shut down.
Bounds you to the ground.

And I understand what I couldn't understand.

Why you pushed me away.

And now i'm the one hiding away.

And how could you live in peace,
Knowing you caused what once broke you.
Took you.
Given.

It's not just a shiver, it's an earthquake.

It's not just a crack, it's a catastrophe.
What followed you, now follows me.

And a breath inhaled, won't ever be let out again.

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