Frustration is swimming through the web of my thoughts. It is disconnecting all of the strands. Cutting them so I cannot think correctly. It is exhausting me. I am exhausted. I am confused by my motives. Why does it have this effect on me? I was in control. I was composed. It somehow slipped through the cracks in my walls. Now you are in my haven. You are here and you won't fit back through the faults through which you came. You are unknown, but you are comfortable. Your presence scares me. Not your presence but your absence. I don't want you to go. You could be safe here; safe with me.