Maybe I'm too affected
Maybe I'm too sensitive
Maybe I'm just exhausted
Forever tired
.
Only in writings can I find refuge
Only in sleep can I find refuge
Only in refuge can I find you
.
Taking back little bits of my heart
Trying to piece them to where they were before
But gone like the words shouted into a tornado
I am never getting them back
.
"Why are you doing so?"
I don't want to pass them to people who aren't going to cherish them
I don't want to pass my happiness to others and get a stab in return
I want to hold my heart tighter and protect it even more
I want to built walls high up and be my own backup plan
"Are these too much to ask for?"
.
Thump
"Eh here"
A small tug
For a seconds as he continued speaking, her personal space was invaded
Thump thump
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