Old feelings.

I try not to look you in the eye,
I know when I do, I’ll be taken on a trip,
One I’m not nearly ready for.

My bags aren’t packed,
I didn’t have time to prepare,
My hearts on reserve,
So please don’t take me there.

As you inch closer,
Figuratively and literally,
I can’t help but wonder what it would be like,
To let down these walls,
Built for defense from crashing waves,
Raging fires,
Bullets of steele,
And words that hurt,
It's not nearly strong enough, however.
It doesn’t block your scent,
Or the things you say,
That make my heart,
And these walls,
Practically crumble away.

Like Moses, you part the sea,
The sea of feelings,
That has developed between you and me.

You’re in control,
Tell me how its gonna go.
Should I ride this wave
Or go against the flow?