Iam insecure
Because Iam broken
More than once,
And Stabbed to infinity.,
You say I should
Love others
more than being stone.,
But I have been Invested
my all already.,
I think I don't
Have anything to give.,
All I have was dry heart,
Which no one had watered,
The fretful days
In my splintered serenity.,
The sulky soul Grinding
Within this partial whole.,
If you want to clutch
Those broken reflections
Of my mirror..,
How can I
Stop you from
Getting hurt???
I bend myself
A little.,
So others can
Pass by me.,
I make my space small
So people don't know me.,
Like a dew
Roving on leaves.,
Falling and spliting in piece,
But If you can
Insert a light in me.,
If you can shed my shred,
If you can embrace
My impaired feel
If you can still
Love those swollen cicatrix.,
What else a ruined soul can ask for.,
More than this embosom.
©priya1910
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