Love
Why do I run from you?
You are what I want
Yet it is you I shun.
Is it because
I've put faith in you before?
Consistantly
Knocking at your door?
Only for it to open up
To fire-
A blistering score?
And now
When love is knocking back
I don't want it anymore.
I used to be a little girl
Dreaming of a wedding day
A happily ever after
A fairytale vision,
That was the first incision
To my heart;
Disney played the part.
Now a man can not touch me
Where it really counts
He can really be feeling me
And not know the difference;
The ability I have
To instantly put myself at a distance,
No sign of resistance,
Separating physical from emotion
Whenever I feel
Do I have a heart?
No, love has killed.
