You mould your heart into a labyrinth and expect me to stay.
Then you appear like the moon in the night. First full, then new, and you repeat. Like a cycle to test my heart. Am I wholly yours.
No, you don't trust me. Not enough to allow me close, because all I'll see is your dull and your brokenness. Your borrowed light.
Why salvage your pride now when behind your transparency I watch you struggle. Between losing and loving me.

I would have stayed though. If only your arms remained around me.