Shattered Mansion
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
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