When tenderness turns cold

I slam doors at the thought of your rejection,

This longing brews inside me and rises like a storm.

I shutter at the thought of your protection.

Your memory clings—a shadowy reflection—

You warm and you wound me--silently I mourn.

I slam doors at the thought of your rejection.

My pulse betrays my heart's insurrection;

Desire always blooms, for you, where reason won't adorn.

I shutter at the thought of your protection.

Your absence bends the light—illuminating introspection,

the love and fear I have for you, leave me feeling torn.

I slam doors at the thought of your rejection.

The mirror of my mind keeps your face in its collection,

Taking captive all my thoughts, I need to be re-born.

I shutter at the thought of your protection.

Some souls appear for seasons, but you came to be my lesson.

Your name tastes bitter in my mouth, you left me forlorn.

I slam doors at the thought of your rejection;

I shutter at the thought of your protection.