Stripped down
my walls. Not meant
to keep him out,
but to keep my
crazy in.
Flawed, terrified, naked.
All he has is silence.
A face unable to be
read.
Eyes open, he sees.
Yet no words spoken.
With a sigh, his gaze
rests on the tiles.
My gaze never left
his emerald eyes.
His hands squeezed
into those skinny blue
jean pockets.
Cracked his neck, swaying
that brown hair.
Eventually his chucks
found the door.
He never glanced back.
I'll never apologize.
Broken, shamed, lost.
Put back behind
the wall.
