I get lost in my mind
and my hearts behind bars-
can’t get too close because of too many fears,
distant, and more distant
until I’m hyper aware,
you would never understand how much I really care.
I need a criminal to penetrate my mind,
with a hammer and a hacksaw close to their side,
ascending up my veins
until they reach a red, iron block
and are forced to stop.
A thought has entered the arena.
Followed by another and another,
another and another.
another another another.
Until an army is formed,
and the villain is swarmed.
Maybe if you had continued to pursue
and tried to pull through,
you’d realise that all along I was rooting for you.