Broken parts meshed rough together
but may not hold intact forever
risk of cracks if we come together

Corridors of doubts crowd beyond my mind
forgiveness, acceptance I will not find
no belief another being is kind

As deep weals of harm begin to heal
my skin remembers how to feel
layers of rejection slowly unpeel

Yet with words and secrets softly spoken
forgotten wounds will silently open
Cannot offer them as trusting token

discarded trysts clutter my bedroom floor
I don't wish to feel or cause pain once more
harm to another I do utterly deplore

Do not seek to understand my soul
only partially mended seeking whole

Closeness mocks the essence of me
empty cadence of what I ought to be

For so it is only me and I
who is granted permission to watch me cry

I place a seed of love in my secret drawer
from a distance I will care, adore
and no one will be hurt once more.