Loveproof

An innate disability

They gave and give all the care and attention with no dearth of affection

As all the parenting self-help books and professed psychologists advise

People treat you as if you are a petal of fabric flower woven from stardust

So you know you can have anything in this glasshouse full of butterflies

The perfect amount of lack to make you feel

No obligations to hold you back, yet you refuse to take the wheel

Well aware that thousands of tendrils would kill to trade places

But it seems like you have a tunnel vision reserved for dispraises

When will all this be over and come to a close?

Time slowly but surely suffocates you as growth decompose

You can have everyone shower you with endearment and unfeigned trust

And your inability to attach would again leave you in this daunting self-disgust

Some months would pass, maybe even some years

You may find yourself at ease, feeling free from the long overdue repairs

You would pour your heart out as you have yearned for an eternity

Just to find out that it wasn't a coat but your flesh, your identity

You watch as it all drips down

A splash, a pool, a stain in the ground

It clings but slips, it begs to stay but evaporates in the heat of your withheld heart

There you are again, staring at the dirt because you cannot watch their eyes avert.