​Landmines

Love? I always screw it up.

Moving fast—120 on the dash,

but like a deer in headlights,

I freeze at the thought of love getting close.

All I hear is my fear screaming—

leaves me broken, like my heart stopped beating.

Without love, I’m lost in a forest, dark and eerie.

My thoughts start running, my depression reappearing—

clawing at me, begging me to pull it up…

then it drags me down just to lift itself up.

Laughing at me—

“How did you screw that up?

Remember our first love? She made us this way.

Now we can’t love without fearing the same.

Some things change… just not us.

Stay down there—

I’ll build these walls to protect us.”

Protect us?

We said that last time—

and we’re back at square one.

Your walls aren’t protection…

they’re landmines waiting to explode.

Every time I start to feel happy—

everything blows.