I have a never failing intuition
I can sense when a guy is no good
Because I’m attracted in an instant
Lured in by the webs of my deeply rooted insecurities and self-doubt
The seductive beckon of emotional unavailablility and nonchalant attitude beat my heart to a pulp
A bruised heart is all I’ve ever known
I have a compelling fear
I can sense when a guy is good
Authentic and vulnerable
Because I’m repulsed and I flee in sheer horror
My heart’s always been bruised
My pain cloaks me
I don’t know who I am without it.
Leave me be.