Defence

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

And extreme

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.