I'm a concoction of emotions
digging my own grave

I back away from desired eyes
to avoid the shame and hurt
when my core's been exposed

Will this cycle of
remaining a prisoner 
of my own heart
ever come to an end

Perhaps I wasn't 
meant to be loved at all
but beautifully resilient 
on my own

my love for him
infused itself into  
the natural melody
of my voice.
I wonder if he noticed.

the voices said
there's nothing like
waking up deep into the night
and not hearing any voices

and I believed them