I am so sick of being hurt
Watching my heart get stomped in the dirt...

Maya writes about what makes me phenomenal
The sway of my hips, The curve of my lips...

I am so afraid of this word trust
Why does it have to be...

I would love to let go of my baggage
Let go of all that I have been holding so dear...

Love is so confusing
Love is out of the norm...

The confusion of love is killing me.
The angst of the heart has entrapped me...