You opened yourself up to me
The way a crematorium opens up to the dead.
Ready to burn my body and soul
Into ash and dust.
You used the fact that you are scared to love again
As an excuse for the pain you caused me.
Your "sorry"'s; a band aid on a gash.
Home stitches instead of medical.
It doesn't fix anything.
It doesn't help me heal.
YOU ARE READING
The Swallows and the Sunsets
PoetryI tend to find meanings in things not intended to have one.
