Don't touch me, it hurts; I'm too broken.
Don't try to come too close to me.
Don't touch me, I'm dry from tears I have shed
And from scars I can't let you see.
Don't try, I'm not worth the wanting.
Just leave, I don't want a fuss.
There's nothing inside, all my feelings have died,
My heart, just withered to dust.
Like a cactus, I'll face stormy deserts;
No need for the waters of soul;
I'm dry, defeated, battered and bruised,
Bitter, dejected and cold.
Don't touch me, I don't want to hurt you,
My prickles they sting when I feel.
Just leave me alone in my desert;
From this pain I can never heal.
You have gone, it is right that you left me,
But as soon as you walked out the door,
The oceans of tears from the pain of my years,
Just flowed, all awash on the floor.
So now each spike I'm removing;
My heart, now ready to dance;
Ready to take a leap for love,
If you come back and give me a chance.
But be gentle, I'm still not quite mended
And my armour now tossed to the rain;
I stand here so naked in need of your love
But please, just don't break me again.
©lca_xpmx
L