...but i can't

phrases fall from your lips like atomic bombs
dropping into the open terrain of my heart
destroying everything upon impact, splintering the love that would be
bleeding the soul that would need
speaking in despair, searching for feelings and emotions
that no longer are there
you want me to do more than care
but i can’t

carefully dodging your verbal landmines
each step calculated, each sound orchestrated
symphony of methodical verbage paying homage
the strings of holding on sound shrill in the night air
you want me to do more than care
but i can't

quick. pull the pins.
grenades of jealousy fly above my head
i dodge, i move quickly as to not break their fall
you'd rather see me in pieces
if you can't have me at all
one step ahead, i've managed to escape
with minor injuries
a bruised heart is better than a broken spirit
you want me to do more than care
but i can't