Body Gaurd

You came back to me; deep down I always hoped you wouldn't. I told myself and those who surrounded me that I was so upset with you being gone. I lied. You were the first person that I ever loved and the first person to shatter my heart. I have had one month to contemplate what I would do, if ever in this situation. I am still lost. Those thirty-one days of mascara filled tears seemed near to a whole years worth of Earth dancing around the Sun. I thought that I would be all happy to speak with you again, and I thought that I never stopped loving you; I think I did.

Our eye connection is scattered; I don't want to look at you directly, but I always do. This is my gaurd. Everything I say is in fact reversed for the truth, but that is our secret. It is always hard to admit that your gaurd is up and that your love is still there for the one person that you don't want to let it, but I will admit, right here and right now.

I do still love you, but I don't want to. I can't be that person who gets hurt again but I desperatly want you to love me. I can't wait until you musically calloused fingertips grace my face again. I do still love you. You should have never come back to me.