it isn’t your fault, my love, that I remain cautious and guarded.
I have become settled deep into my armor from more recent events which has shifted my mind into tracking and strategizing survival mode – regardless of how I am feeling.
My limbs are locked into predetermined allowances, and my eyes, lips, and teeth are conscripted along with voice to stay modulated..
But all I want to do is speak words of love from my heart and soul to you while we embrace and become one.
Yet, I do not know what is needed to disarm me.
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