My body is a battlefield,

It has been annihilated so many times

Rebuilding it is a feat.

I don’t want to reveal all of me,

But I want to be real.

Loving is such a hard task,

Being loved is even harder.

I give you all of me,

But what does giving do?

Leave me empty in the end,

With regrets like stones at my feet,

Just weighing me down,

on my path to my future.

Yet I long for your touch,

Your words that caress my skin

Just as much,

But I look back and see I was only

Bruised, and scarred, and

Left for dead.

So how could such a tender

Connection turn into such

A painful resurrection?
I am at loss of words,

Because this lyrical catharsis

Can only heal so much

Of what’s been damaged

So many times before.