Reasons

I don't trust myself with you.

Your eyes give me a million reasons,
to run as far away as I can.
Yet your words try to win me over.

I don't trust myself with you.

If I gave in, you would consume me.
Eat me raw and leave the remains.
Since I never take the reigns.

I don't trust myself with you.

Because you speak of your past, 
as if you are proud of the broken pieces.
Your battle wounds, a prize.

I don't trust myself with you.

With one embrace,
you could break my will.
I would fall and splinter.

I don't trust myself.

Because in my heart,
I love the way you used to be.
Willing, to fall...for me.

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