They say I'm avoidant, when I'm dormant. That I'm broken or confused, when reforming from torment.
Swollen heart with an emotional stint; it risks being burst if I say what I meant. My body moves through stages of development, but my mind is locked in place, where my love was sent. You've kept it longer than it
should have ever been lent, in fact you should be charging rent. But you have already taken a toll, perhaps untold, but you know when I show you the hole in my heart that it was you who put it there. So let's be fair and get things square. I need everything back from you, even the love you needed; I need it back so you can know how I was treated. My misery needs company, you could never know how bad it needs it.


© TobiasWilliams