Stop me

I’m infected. It’s like a disease, like poison.
You touched me.
My heartbeat, it’s spreading so sweetly.
What are you thinking when we’re this close?
I hate it when we say goodbye.
Alone for the rest of the night, without you.

I count on the space that I keep.
Guards up in towers they’re watching, they’re waiting.
Don’t hurt me.
The walls that protect me, keep me inside.

Tonight, i am waiting for you to call me when you’re not supposed to.
I’ve been trying to send you signs.
The doors to me are hard to find.
So stop me, stop me, this time.

–Stop me, Maria Digby.

We all need someone strong enough to put up a fight against our resistance. Resistance that stems from the fear of getting hurt, again.


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