It scared me the way I felt..
That feeling of not wanting anyone else.

I thought it was something more, but it wasn't.
My mistake for my heart making
my mind believe in the things it shouldn't.

Sitting in the silence, I'm left to wonder..
Was any of it real? What truly even mattered?

It seems I'll always be handed
this kind of heartbreak.
Where disappointment resides,
leaving me to question everything.

The point of shutting down and pushing away,
That's the only way I can keep
what's left of my heart safe.