You.
You are nothing.
I cannot afford to tell myself any less.
If I let you in,
You will surely slam the door
And trap yourself with me.
Now that would be cunning, devious and disdainful.
If I let you in,
I will crumble.
I cannot hide any longer,
Yet I will brace these walls with more strength
Than has previously been imagined.
You.
You are more to me that life itself.
If you follow me
I cannot abide the fate you have dealt.
