Fancy feelings?

Maybe if I ignore it, It’ll go away?

My heart feels every blow, every time I let it get bruised, it seems to toughen up, and get ready for the next round.

But now it seems like it’s not going to heal, I’ve gone too long without serving it’s needs, gone too deeply into serving my own and letting myself feel good. Ignoring my feelings too long, and I’m at risk of doing it again.

Lacking the meaning, like it should, I let myself float away on pure ecstasy, but then in the morning I wake up and release just how hollow I feel on the inside. It does not matter what I know about you or how well we know each others bodies, I know I could never really let you in, I’m much to fragile for that.

It’s like letting a tiger loose in your loungeroom while baby sitting, you’ll just take, tear and feed on my insecurities.

But if I never let you in, who am I going to let in?

Is this really as stupid as it sounds?