Fatal Flaws

My fatal flaws

In the journey of life, most have one fatal flaw that's unjust .
Lucky me, I got two, they answer to Love, and to Trust.
When the walls just come down, just when I'm unfocused.
They're unfaithful, untrue, yet very prideful and robust.
A wounded healer on struggle street, my hope fully concussed.
My frostbitten blood, pumping from a heart ready to combust.
So tired of these damp salty dimples, drying from faulty tear ducts.

So I'm cementing forever, my hearts portcullis.
Drowning the light, cloaking my heart's wanderlust.