Keep me at arm\'s length,
I beg of you.
Hold me close for a while, if you can,
but distance yourself
from the mess I am making.
A broken glass is hard to clean up
and I cannot promise
that you won\'t get hurt.
Do not stay.
Rest, if you must
but do not make your home
in the hollows of my chest.
The chaos inside me will not calm
and I cannot promise
that this won\'t end in tears.
Do not fall -
let yourself stumble
but catch yourself.
Love has always been a battlefield
and I have never been
on the side of victory.
This is a war of strategy and games
and I cannot promise
that it won\'t kill us both.