day 4: Time bomb

She has nothing left to give

but im not keen on taking

i've just been stuck to her hip since late last nights

cuz i cant touch anyone without dropping everything for them

my skin absorbs too easily

im not tough enough

i need my own walls

im too tired of breaking other's down and being the only one naked

she'll still waste deep in lack of regret for broken hearts

and i cant hold her around the foundation

she's cracking and my arms are getting tired of stretching

she's got go away dont leave me still tattooed to her cheek from the last time she kissed someone and meant it

and every time we text i write poems about our excursions into tears and hearts depth

but im tired of digesting

tired of telling her

Hearts are meant to be broken

that the only way for it to grow is break and rebuild

im tired

tired of explaining that my hearts to big to fit in my chest

thats why its on my sleeve

my emotions are too unstable to be in my blood i wear them on my face

that im a ticking time bomb

just looking for something to love.