I am a ticking time bomb,
a balloon stretched too thin,
emotions like wild beasts,
restless, clawing within.
My demons scratch at the surface,
begging to be set free,
but I pull the chains tighter,
though they tear away at me.
Not a moment of silence,
not a breath of relief,
because loving you is a battle—
beautiful, endless, and brief.
You cradle my fragile heart,
delicate, trembling in your hands,
and I wait for the moment you drop it,
for the crash, the shatter, the end.
Yet the fall never comes,
still, I flinch at the sound,
because one day, you'll tire of me,
and I won't beg you to turn around.
I fight these demons alone,
their whispers carve through my soul,
and when they break free,
I'll pay the price of losing control.
Trust me, when that day arrives,
when I finally come undone,
this will hurt me more than you—
the wreckage of what I've become.