Hardening myself from those emotions that run wild
In my thoughts, i find myself drowned with much confusion
To love, to live, and, to stand in the in-betweens
I am; not a rag doll, I am; not your comrades,
Hark! to the faintest sound murmuring in my heart
Have I not told you? - that you never listen enough
I have my own sanctity, I seek solace in emptiness
And craving for the sunsets that I'll never get
Never use my weakness for your perfect advantage
Because you'll never get the perfect love from me
Anything after this date would be untitled/unfinished/imperfect poetry sessions