I have a lot to tell
About the times
When no matter what I do
Or what you say, my tears refuse to stop flowing.
It is not that I am naive
Or just that you are manipulative
I can't help but find you unworthy
Of everything that surrounds us.
I have a lot to say in my defence
It is not that I am defenceless
Lately, I just don't find you
Perfect enough to put up a fight with.
And it is all intense
For I see the will to argue
Disappear from within me
Waters are raging
And the pain refuses to cease
Everyday it intensifies a little more,
It bleeds a little more
And as a defence
My flaws fornicate - publicly, openly, shamelessly,
Transforming my mind into a brothel of insecurities
Where panic and anxiety are sold at dirt cheap rates.