I promised that I would close the door because I’m letting in flies. I looked for angels and now wing pests are buzzing in my skies. Anyway, I sat besieged by sadness and regret because I fucked up again. Who would’ve guessed! It’s not like it was long or intense, but it was a failure nonetheless. In people that just leave me, I hate to invest. As I wallowed in my woes on anonymous apps, looking a people’s complaints about how in this place they’re trapped. I begin to talk to you and it was innocuous at first. 24 hours later, for your presence I thirst’d. I opened the door of my heart, yet again. Knowing that you only wanted a friend; because you had been through a lot of bullshit too. I could taste the pain pouring out of you. Yet, I beckoned for you because you heart was like mine. Even bitter moments over time made it sweeter like wine. Your linguistic agility pirouetted to the song of the stars and I could feel the danger that this will leave me marred. I didn’t just opened the door, I opened the garage. Tore out the windows and defaced the facade. Painting signs and symbols through flowers, showing you how it could be. I’m disregarding all measures of protecting me. I’m running full speed forgetting to slow; you told me that you must be free—you appreciate it though. I’m a different kind of man, so I show you honesty still. This burning of my heart is a different kind of thrill. When you look me in the eye my pain and fires are chilled, my concerns are bestilled, my dreams are fulfilled. How much blood has been spilled just to feel this feeling I feel! However, there is a shadow that lurks. Possibilities besmirched. You may leave, you may have to because that is your path. And how I feel about you—what will be the aftermath?

Crushed.