My Barrier, My Wall Poem by Sandra jacks

I have no desire to be apart of your,
love games,
or is it more like your,
out-for-blood games,
are you taking my time,
or are you,
slowly taking my life,
and is it the pain that keeps you well and alive?

Is it my dreams that your jealous of?
Or the people that would die because they see me as
'Their true love'?
I'm not a toy but I've played with you,
and you...and you...and you too,
I'm not at loss for words,
but I can see you are,
It is the fact that you tried so hard to cut me,
and leave a scar,
now follow this I know you're not physically aggressive but,
when you tried to break my heart it felt as if,
you were aggressive love.

When my heart was hard you tried to soften it,
but all that you accomplished,
was making me harder than you meant and,
now here I am standing over you,
haha..
You'd think I would have learned by now but..
no one can get through...