Tearing Down

This vulnerability
Is so unlike me
Too caught up
Losing me
Trading in for you
Hanging on your words
Playing this drama in my head
Unsure of where I stand
How you feel
Or if you do at all
I’m all done
But I can’t help but
Thrive upon the feeling
Of living on the edge
As boredom makes me
Want to do it all again

Tearing down . . .

You transcend all the superficiality of my predisposed boundaries, binding spells with your words. You strip from me my apprehension; you tell me I am too good for it, and that I will no longer have it to hide behind in your company.

You need not ever ask why I feel as I do.

I have never met someone with whom I can trade places so thoroughly.

insquequo deinde
~93