Umbrella

Do not offer your hearts at my feet.

I am not capable of loving you back

The way you want me to love you

I am a witch who will claim your soul.

I have lost my ability to trust men

To appreciate any good gesture,

Which only fans the tendrils of desire

Ultimately paving for a limerence.

Can you see beyond my pretty face?

Can you see the scars underneath my skin?

Can you be a silent shadow who does not expect anything?

Can you spend a whole night in the same room without touching me?

I see it pointless even to ask you these questions

And in silence, I carry an umbrella

To shield myself from the raining hearts

That are just a flock of owls hooting at their own delusions.