Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Fend - by Rand

At first I kept
you at arms length


Then you were
my sworn enemy


But over time
you became my


1 comment:

  1. I decided to take a stand
    After fighting it off,
    Then after running.
    Much good it did me
    In either case
    Because I'm back where I started from:
    Terrified of feeling,
    Of caring,
    I don't want to,
    And yet I always do
    And it's killing me
    Softly, slowly, harshly
    Even as it breathes life into me.
    Do you even know
    What you do to me?
    Do you suspect,
    Though I tell you everything's okay?
    Damn this heart of mine
    That I can't help but exist,
    Because fighting, running,
    And standing is only tearing me
    To pieces.