She Was Sea

Putting your guards back up after just letting someone freeway with you is nearly impossible. Now that they’ve gotten under your skin, it is too late. How could I think I would be fine.

I don’t know where to even begin drawing the line. From forehead kisses to endless nights. How do you not get caught up? When I’m not in control it comes out in the nastiest of ways. Bulging insecurities and dreaded conversations of all the what-ifs that may or may never happen. How do I stop? How do I protect myself without any armour?

Guarding up is almost bitching up at this point. Act like nothing gets to you even when it does. I hate it here.