Little bumps that grow on skin and don’t let other people in
I’ll wash them off with astringent, I’ll eat the words I never meant
I will love you I will take, I will make a big mistake
Compartmentalized it in my brain since no one ever feels the same
My heart tells me I do too much I push myself till it gets stuck
In cycles of not holding back to dwelling on the things I lack
Scared of letting you too close, will you see this and be repulsed?
Silences carefully maintained outside a setting we arranged
Clouded minds can’t interfere with what we have accomplished here
I’ll leave before it’s time to go, be sick again, you won’t notice
Time beckons to another place, dots are filling up your face
How is it that you can pretend but will not ever be my friend?