She is guarded, and insecure.
Slow to attach, slower to love.
Hard to approach, harder to love.
She wears a protective armor as a
natural involuntary defense to shied
her tender heart.
Conceals emotions to avoid being hostile.
Hides her true feelings to avoid being
Vulnerability is wrapped around her
smile when he speaks to her heart.
A peculiar feeling strikes inside her gut.
Familiar stunt, different but usual mold.
His eyes look artificial, emotions seem
faked and words feel recited.
Her mind speculates and her insecurities
Coincidences summoning a cynical cycle
of past relationships and mishaps leading
to a paradox ending.
The never ending sequel, men disappoint.
Memories of her past come to her like
hot flashes, sparking her trust issues.
Recollections of how he buckled her
heart on his passenger seat, fooled
and pasted her loyalty and trust to
his wrist to have full control and
Haunting memories of how he used
her as a canvas for his entertainment
as she held on to something that
Plastering the strokes of the brush to
mock the colors of her soul and
mutilate her heart.
Leaving her broken, scared and insecure.
She became paranoid, suspicious and
very analytical of her surroundings.
She doesn’t trust the flies because
she assumes that they all look like
spies ready to judge and criticize her.
She is a afraid of her own shadow at
dawn because it reminds her of pain.
Every man is a suspect, a love assassin
ready to pounce on her heart and soul
unsuspectingly with words and romantic
inferences used as guns, and knives.
So, she questions their integrity and
humiliates their intentions with her
Scaring every potential partner away
because another man run off with
her affections, destroyed her trust
and left her with painful memories.