Return repeats

You leave me high and dry

With traces but no track

Filled up energies with empty fuel

Your a mistake with masked errors 

Each return repeats its feelings

I fool myself thinking you won’t fool me

Why do people consume my energy dry 

and

leave invisible marks in my mind?


Why do we let people into our private chambers

to invade our power lines of shuffled cabinets?

Even if they get caught stealing from the safety room

again we hand them the spare key

and keep the door ajar

Knowing their fingers will rip through 

Am I the cause?

Too sensitive, over emotional or not detached enough?