To be in love often means being free, but in this case, to be in love means to be a prisoner – your prisoner. My love for you is currently dormant despite knowing I would be happiest with you. It’s a battlefield of loving and being loved. How badly do I want to be loved?. By allowing your love, am I wrecking myself even more? And if so, how do I break free?. Fighting myself from going down that dreadful road I’ve been down once before, one foot in and one foot out. Heart in my hands and my mind lost.
She Was Sea 