SHELL

 

I am running again 

Because I am not sure how to 

explain the weaknesses and

strength by which I am made.

I have done this before,

I’ve build more than 

a talking stage.

Got stuck by love, 

I thought history  

was getting made.

Until he bailed on us.

And it’s funny he isn’t 

the only one who 

played that game.

Third in a roll,

I ask myself 

if I am the problem 

that makes them un-enroll. 

But I’ve searched 

over and over.

Asked my closest friends.

And my shadow working 

shows that I am alright.

The fault isn’t really my own.

Now you are coming to me.

Texting and laughing, 

Making me build new memories.

Talking about work with me.

Planning walks with me.

I am not certain I want any of these.

I would run back in my shell.

Not because I hate to receive,

But I fear this is a no way for me.

We are talking and texting.

Syncing and getting used to one another.

Then we grow apart, 

so there goes our happily ever after.

I am sorry but I can’t try harder

I’ve told you my birth-date

Told you my bestfriend’s name.

Cheered you to be the best version of you.

But I am just waiting for this moment to 

go away, so I can go into my shell again.