my heart has both wings and scars
because when it comes to fight or flight,
i have done both
I wanted to be touched lightly with love
but each time i was scorched,
and i have come to learn that
there is no such thing as
soft love.
I'm sorry that you have to endure
the backlash
of a heart you didn't break,
but i will yell and scream and fight
so that love will not be torn from me.
There will be claw marks on you,
long before you will ever be ripped from me.
( p.s )
