This is the defensive me. The single version that luvs to be free. What you see is an individual who’s had enough. Someone who doesn’t get to close to the comfort of touch. Keeping life simple and to the point. Knowing everyone past a friendship I must avoid. Who I am is not out out I n the open on certain levels. I’ve buried pieces of my deepe than r the reaching of shovels. As practically I can be seen in the flesh. But mentally I wear a vest to protect my chest. Finding humor to be the answer to life’s lil moments add up. Believing no one could ever earn my trust. I’m the image in your eyes that hides just outta sight. Right beneath the surface hoping no one ever defeats my fight. For the resistance to tension somewhat whole is far too real. And it has nothing to do with how I feel. To me emotions cloud thoughts unique naturally ability to breathe. I live without relations that aren’ attempt too mold a silhouette in the dark as I dream. Talking from my pieces that get misplaced and lost over time. I’d rather be alone in rare form before I live a lie. So it’s bye prior to the depths grasped by a strangers cause. Accepted by me as my own flaw…
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