What is your motive?
You knew I was emotive,
With genuine love that is explosive.
It is so sad that I am not aware of your plans for me,
Because my thoughts are defensive
Let alone comprehensive.
I keep denying them the opportunity to protect me from your toxic self,
Because of that genuine love.
I am relying on my pen and paper to pour out my heart because I could not secure
A place in your heart,
Instead I am starring at the ceiling,
Peeling my skin to find some healing,
Because I don’t know,
What is your motive?