My heart is enveloped in a thick blanket of abandonment

Coated there by leeches who drain my love til their genitals content

Knock on it

Feel the hollowness waltz with your ears

My heart may be locked tight

But my mind is still ruled by its fear:

"Are his words empty? 

Do his promises of infatuation hold true?

Will my resistence of engaging in his so-called 'love' make me prude?"

I am like a candle intertwined with a flame

Slowly burning down to nothing til his flicker disappears into thin air

Yet that's a candle's purpose, so who's really to blame?

It's all fair

My embodiment was designed for this pain

It's all part of this mad game

That I no longer want to play

...But still, "Hey,

I love you, okay?"

Those three empty words always seem to pull me back into this game of sin

And just like that..

Round 2 begins.