She found solace in the hurt She wore the scars of past wounds like a badge of honor It’s so ironic how thoughts can do so much damage She convinced herself being alone was for the best Not willing to take the risk of another plaster being ripped from the walls of her soul Being crazy in love did not become her Commitment phobia or maybe it was paranoia He was getting closer to unlocking the chains around her heart Maybe the feelings would go away if she ignored them She feared to be vulnerable; it seems love always left her feeling broken, winded and knocked off her feet Her head said no but with every beat of her heart she longed to own him Yearning for somewhere to run and hide Old familiar pangs of wanting and longing to have someone by her side Should she risk the gamble? A timid, bruised and battered heart torn between the comfort of the past and the new story she was so afraid to write.
Deception always threatens the seemingly unbreakable bonds of trust It never really has the same sweet taste Paranoid, jaded or out of your head The one that once gave you so much life now leaves you feeling zombie-like; half dead A war zone of misconceptions The tiniest suspicious detail can trigger an explosion Emotions erratic so hard to reign in Promises like empty calories provide no satisfaction to a dubious heart A roller coaster: stomach churning, such unease Can we just go back to the thrill of the start? Are you winning or losing? you will never know Lies weave a tangled web, leaving you trapped and unsure You pray not to become bitter they surely can’t all be the same Different places and faces but they all play the same stupid games One of the hardest things to do after your heart has been through so much pain is to pick yourself up Dress your wounds and learn how to love again. Copyright Tachira Wiltshire