Shattered Mansion
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Now when I stitch my own wounds, I realize how deep I’ve cut you When I hear my own screaming sounds, I get what you went through When I met you again, and when our palms, bodies, and lips touched again My body convoluted at each contact and my mind rushed with pain I wanted to cry in your arms and let it all out, let my heart melt My heart wanted to scream, what it went through, how it felt But there I was, present only with my exterior self, hollow and void I shut my heart off with a switch and only let our bodies collide You were right, he was right, I am a stable person with a heart of stone My soul is empty, my heart missing; I am not love but only flesh and bone I will keep my guard up if we meet again and flow into the passion I can’t be a wife, a love, or a home to you when I am but a shattered mansion