I build walls that
I never wanted,
Keeping me in,
Keeping you out.
We are like Berlin
But the difference is that there exists no candy
To sweeten the isolation. The only solace I find
Is to keep you away from me
Through this demeanor of rudeness.
Do you figure that it’s because I love you?
Do you presume that it’s because I’m done being hurt
What I want to do is
To undo the fourty-seven locks that I use to keep the doors closed
And invite you in for perhaps a cup of coffee
Or a pint of
Strawberry Cheesecake Ice-Cream.
But I live in fear of being hurt
Because I am too vulnerable to you. Don’t you know
That all I ever wanted in this short life
Was you? Do you know how much
This sucks for me on my end-
A juvenile way to describe this juvenile love.
How am I supposed to put all my eggs into one basket
And to put my faith in a single person?
Why don’t companies offer insurance
For broken hearts?
For people like me,
For people that will be like me. The only justice I find
Is to take revenge on people that don’t deserve it,
To be the killer queen of men
Is my only way of finding retribution
For my shattered heart.