“But every time you hurt me,
the less that I cry And every time you leave me,
the quicker these tears dry And every time you walk out,
the less I love you”

I did, I did completely open to you, without reserve, without holding back, not even a bit, but it was met with some of the cruelest push back, so I stop, I stop sharing the deepest me, the realest me, and I stop giving you the complete me, the brightest me, the darkest me.  Every hurt, every pain, every heartache, will slowly, but surely, chip away the love I have for you. It will take a while, but everything has its end and its limit, one day, all my love for you, all the ocean deep and sky high love for you, will be eaten away by your indecisiveness.

/Lumaca