I am not an easy person to love.
There is this wall I built for protection,
reinforced after each time a new visitor
made it over and took something when they left.
I watched you fight your way to the
top of the wall, slice open your hands on
the barbed wire and fall at my feet.
You brought lights to replace the ones stolen,
so why can I no longer see you?
I am not an easy person to love,
but I will sit under the flickering bulbs
awaiting your return. I even put in a
gate so I don't have to watch you bleed for me.
