Open

I hide behind giant walls.

My hand stays open,

And so it's hard to hold on to.

It's even harder to climb the walls to my heart,

Because when you're damaged you learn to protect yourself.

But she's just as damaged as I am,

And so it excites me.

It's like we share this bond by empathy,

Where we fill each other's broken pieces

With a little piece of ourselves. 

Reviews

[jennifer little]

great write wonderful job keep up the good work