It seems I fall in love with serial killers,
The ones who have a pattern for destruction.
Not in a literal sense,
But it is always the ones reeking of trouble I pine for,
The ones who send my heart running away for safety.
Their smoothness, their charm,
The fleeting, intense moments we have,
I fall in love with their time.
They never stay too long, and as time goes I want more.
I fall in love with their voice,
Because that's all I know.
The things they say, that never fall through,
But I can hear them promise it over and over in my head.
I fall in love with the runners, the void,
The ones who cannot stay.
The ones who only want me now,
And will take pieces of me away.
Am I incapable of love,
Or as broken as they say?
Will I ever find a heart that will give my own a break?
To come and stay with surety,
To release mine from this cage,
So I no longer have to be strong to not break,
But break down all my walls for a love everlasting and be unafraid.
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