Disoriented Vascular Organ
Its funny.
How easy it is to keep some one out,
right behind the awfully nice walls I build up around my sanity.
But when he looks at me,
the walls just evaporate.
He sees nothing but the raw,
the raw version of me.
This is absolutely terrifying.
There’s pain,
so much I don’t even know how I function everyday.
Anger built so high, I can’t even see the reason why.
And the overall sadness that keeps me arms length from anyone.
And yet, he burns my safety’s down,
like it’s really no big deal,
like,
it’s not the only thing keeping me numb.
Just so simply done.
I feel like I should panic,
but he takes my nightmare and turns it into the most wonderful dreams.
Like,
I might still have a heart.
Like,
he’ll love me until the world makes us part.
