I fear her
Eyelashes on my pillow from a girl
whose name I canít remember.
Maybe cause I fear it,
When she leaves me,
happiness fills my every pore.
When she returns,
my defenses go up,
for fear of getting burned.
She wants to meet my parents.
I tell her they are dead.
But they are both well and fine,
living in the same house since they wed.
But Iíd rather not let her in,
cause if I do, sheís bound to destroy me again.
Just like all the others did,
all the times before.
I canít be vulnerable.
They see a weekness and then itís a target.
Things from then on are never the same,
Never like it was when it started.
Itís a sad,
but true reason
I simply canít ever fall in love with you.