Soft Spots

Do soft spots exist? Jiayun insists they do
Do you choose to have them, or they choose you?
Do people have one? Or two? Or a few?
Are they even anything new?

And to my surprise they do exist
And even fester in interesting ways
For long periods of time they will persist
Some even to the end of days

The kind that you never acknowledge
For fear it'll make you look weak
You would sooner admit you love cabbage
Than let such information leak

They certainly make you do funny things
That normally you wouldn't do
You find that it's really quite confusing
If you disbelieve try it yourself - it's true!

Your defenses go down you get soft inside
For that someone you sacrifice readily
It's not something you can easily hide
This soft spot malady

Against all reason and cold hard logic
You give and expect nothing back
Which is why it becomes quite ironic
When your own peace of mind suffers the attack

You question yourself over and over
Why not just let it all go?
To be composed, calm, sane and sober
To be free of that much less woe?

But you find you can't even when you think you can
It's not as simple as that
Some things are simply out of your hands
Not even when your mind is set

The only conclusion that satisfies me
Is that I'd rather have some soft spots than none
Even if I might not be completely free
If I was incapable of feeling I'd truly be undone