They say love concurs all.
But love can't over power your anger that you ring out like a wet rag.
Leaving me dry like these tumble weeds that sweep the ground.
Leaving stickers in my foot.
The pain only lasts five seconds unlike going three days without a single call from you.
Somehow, you've found a way to stick my heart with goat heads; but I can't reach inside me and pull them out.
So I swallow hard trying to dissolve them. But just like gum, they don't degrade.
So I walk around with a thorn kept heart like a fresh rose. Baloo calls it a prickle pear, but I call it a guarded heart.
My new defense mechanism.
Because now, no one else can touch me.