Tattered
I should have listened to my head.
There was a reason it made all those rules.
Why it had created the cage
I have no one else to blame.
Because once again,
Here it is ,
This stupid heart of mine.
Bruised and bleeding.
In tatters,
Barely hanging together.
I see my cage in the distance,
I need to crawl back in.
But I am afraid I have come too far
To make it back.
So I will just sit here, out in the open
And try to heal,
With no place to lick my wounds.
And hope that you won’t look beneath the cloak of smiles that I don
Because I can never let you know
What loving you
Has done to me.