Try to break
down my walls
and you’ll
wake the beast.
My guard is up,
high as mountains.
The beast,
she is something
I keep hidden.
A secret.
A burden.
Don’t push,
be patient.
You’ll soon
come to know her.
A gentle hand
is what I need.
Show me kindness
and vulnerability.
Be genuine
and in return
you will gain
my trust.
But,
be warned;
break it
and you will
come to regret
your actions.
Don’t push me
or you’ll wake the beast.
The beast is not I,
no, I’m just the mask.
She lies dormant
in my darkness.
And when
she comes out,
only to causes misery.
The closer
you get the more
she stirs.
One more push
and you will weep.
But I must know
what it is you seek?
Love or excitement?
To be broken perhaps?
Tread carefully.
I’m a fragile being.
Love me
and I’ll give
you the world.
But don’t get too close
I can feel her stir.
My walls are down,
but it’s all too much.
You must leave.
I fear
you have
woken the beast.
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