Gullible, the adjective that means to be easily deceived. She told him he was too gullible. She said, she wish it would of stayed there. So over the past couple of days, he thought to himself. Should he be less of what he is? Should he give her room to wiggle? Should he loosen his grip?

It seems like her anger and sadness stemmed straight from him. And when he sits there and stares at what she's doing, he notices her happiness. Her happiness doing what she enjoys. Then he speaks a word, then the world explodes in his face. His gullible heart is once again twittered. His passion to never give up drowns him, when she won't allow him to find the guilt.

Questions arouse his thoughts. He's the source of her evilness. To him, her happiness was the key to his happiness, so he shadows her presence trying hard not to bother her enjoyment of things she enjoys. He told himself that he wouldn't give up on her and calls her back. Within less than half a hour his fingers dialed her numbers more than chickens could lay eggs in a month.

Not being able to work it out with her, he leaves her messages in writing from his heart, his thoughts. He leaves his voice wishing to hear hers in return. Whatever he does, she shies him away, punishing him for minor actions.

He thought to himself, am I expecting too much, am I giving in to her too much? Am I too heads over heels for her? Am I blowing too much air into the balloon? Like a balloon, when there is too much air in it, it explodes. Maybe, he should blow less air so the balloon will slowly inflate only. So it would never reach the point where it explodes.
He wants to make her into a beautiful princess. In which he adores her so dearly, yet he's afraid he'll explode the balloon. He wants to expand the balloon, bending, shaping, twisting it into a beautiful balloon animal. But at the same time, one wrong twist, one wrong fold could lead to potential danger.

So what can he do? Slightly blow air and don't let it reach the max. This way, when you bend, shape, and twist, it won't explode. But yet, the balloon isn't at the full potential. It's a flimsy figure. He knows he could make it so much better, yet he's afraid of the explosion.
His thoughts surround him. His ego, heart, and mind are bruised. Where's the answers? How come he doesn't know at all. He would love to ask her, but he is completely ignored, deleted from her world. He has been kicked to the fence and locked out. Can't enter, only to browse the border.

He stands in the court in front of the judge, or her. Juries on the side, people in the stands. Trying to prove his point, trying to give evidence, trying to explain himself. Yet she only believes what she believes. Nothing he could say to be proven not guilty. He is sentenced to to live in the coldest feeling, surrounds so harmful that he can't think straight.

Wandering on ends, he ponders. Only food and writing can keep his mind from being insane, from going crazy. Munchies surround him. Walking slowly in the tainted sadness, he notices she opens the gate again. Welcoming him back in. Again, afraid to make her reach her peak, he silently holds himself back. On looking the gates as he enters, looking for traps. Looking to see if it's a spell of trickery.

He pauses his footstep, hoping not to step on a landmine. Hoping his legs won't be blown off. Carefully stepping, losing himself trying not to run in over-adored passion for her. For it could prove fatal.

Even through all the confusion and lost, he still misses her. Hoping she would notice beyond the rumors. Hoping she would notice how much she means to him. Hoping she wouldn't make it so hard to keep him from reaching her heart.