Prepared

I trace paths of passion,

twist them ‘round your heart.

Tearing feelings from your soul

before they even start.

Smashing dreams of love,

in case they cause me pain.

Leaving you behind

so I don’t have to explain.

Careful not to turn around

too soon to close my eyes.

I don’t want to be

the one that you despise.

So if I don’t see it,

it isn’t really there.

And I can pretend

that you really care.

And sleep is my escape,

from what I can’t control.

I arrange my dreams

to conceal this hole.

Retreat into my shell,

build it up with steel.

So I don’t have to face

anything that’s real.