Unresolved trauma
Dismembered drama
Trigger words have me crazy hot
Hot headed, four lettered word
I must have abetted into thinking I did, I was, I had
Am I crazy
Or still withdrawing myself from the withdrawal of my old self
I’m in my head and in my bed
Thinking of love and lust and the dust on the book of hearts I’ve never opened
I don’t feel much for the words you spoke
Words form in my brain and choke in my throat as I anticipate similarities
And then more casualties
I can’t afford any more deaths for my soul
I warm up to you
But you turn me off like the artics winter cold