His mouth tasted blood
with a body full of scars.
He let his guard down
and wouldn’t do it twice.
The smallest things hurt him
because of unhealed wounds.
It made him insecure
from little offense people give.
Being defensive towards things;
it’s his nature to do so.
He couldn’t help it
everyone he knew hurt him.
Everyone he ever met
disappointed him.
Her mind wasn’t satisfied
with the replies being sent.
She didn’t understand
anything that was going on.
The curiosity chimed in
wanting to know what’s wrong.
Wanting to feel right
she felt blamed for everything.
But she felt distrusted
from the lack of explanations.
She lashed back out
demanding a change.
But she would never understand
what she has done to him.
I guess we’re just two trains
speeding towards each other
with opposite directions
close to disaster.
