Guard Rails

To begin::

My parameters are stuck between selfish and guarded. Guarding just enough to keep me personable. Relateable in attacking curiousity silently and simultaneously alongside tease. I've teased the thoughts afraid to boardwalk late night moments with those conjured up. Conjuring up just enough to accumulate some literate reads --- I can't be read. I fell asleep with my feelings on the table when I last loved again. Leaving me to dream out my hurt and dance with the fancy of beauties shielding all the while. A window open with rails; NYC style. I slipped my bodega feeds through to the payee paying forward for you to feast on the treats allowed. A soul reader ms plum I peeped and I peep something I may need to snidely release my teeth from. My bite baby it stings but it sings to souls. I had captured one once.... Or so I thought. Seemingly now I was lost in the capture of my own

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To respond:

Existing in the midst of this. Adding new ingredients to the stew that was brewed. You stay there in accompany to, pretending as if your heart is no longer there. It's easy to disguise for you don't wear your heart on your sleeves but your heart still wears. What draws you to this? The complication of infatuation. Torn between hurt and love just remember they go hand in hand. Make a wise choice on the one you choose to withstand! 

(A text that challenged me to be honest and still the rails were up. Thanks for the opportunity and curiousity friend)