In a hole so deep and dark. My thoughts consume me like a lion with its pray. I scream for help, yet no one comes running. Leaving me here to fight one my own.
I think my shield is defective. I need a refund.
Every time I think I’m able to block my feelings for you and not care if you answer my messages/calls or not; you slip through a default in my weathered shield in front of my heart and mind.
The minute my phone goes off, I silently beg not to let it be you. At the same time hoping that it is you.
This shield was supposed to protect my heart and mind. Dammit, this thing is defective.