How does one pursue a heart
That’s hellbent on being alone?

In instances similar to this,
When my heart gets enshrouded
With the throbbing memories
Of acheful, forgotten dreams
And shattered, bleeding yesteryears,
You pull me towards your body
And embrace me, fiercely,
With your arms–
Demanding me to let go;
Begging me to share with you
The heavy burden of my world–
I fight the urge to laugh and to cry;
Because, darling,
How can you even convince
My cynical soul to open up again,
When all it contains, nowadays,
Are the convoluted dregs
Of distrust, fear, and pain?

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