Stitch me up, doc.

I could have sworn I'd seen your face a thousand times before. 

Although I never had the luxury of touching mine to yours. It's a battle few win. Many are left wounded; some lose pieces of them and some walk away with few scars. Superficially its alterable. Internally--its a different story. 

I decided that this time I wasn't going to let my past dictate my future. I finally had it set in my mind that I was stronger than I had believed before. My heart is strong. Im not a weak willed person by any means. I can take a hit, try me. But if I've taken the time out to personally remove barriers and blockades that I, myself, have built...how is it reasonable that others don't give that same regard? My dreams are ruining me, my heart is ready to jump out of me, and my oxygen tank is low (from wasting my breath.) What gives, Love? What gives.....

Love, you fooled me once--shame on you. But, I swear, you're not fooling me twice. 

I could have sworn I'd seen your face a thousand times before. Although I never had the luxury of touching mine to yours. But I promise this time I'll win. 

I promise that this time Ill walk away unscathed.