rage and recovery

i never needed anyone but i wanted you

i have never needed anyone.

they painted armor over my skin

with their sharp words and

their battered hearts

and they praised the shiny light

that reflected from the shield

i wrapped around my heart.

she doesn't need anyone

she is strong enough on her own

don't need a man like me 

but what they failed to remember

is that while her armor may glimmer

like a sparkling jewel,

it provides no warmth when 

the sun vacates the sky

and she is all alone in the dark. 

and she puts on a brave face

when the sun shines over her eyelashes

but no matter how many times 

she bares her pearly teeth

and softens them with a quirked lip,

the pang in her chest

when she remembers the softness of fingertips

against the scabbed skin of knuckles

still knocks the breath from her lungs

and makes her wonder why

men always want the glittering outside

of her soft girl facade

but pull away when she turns those sparkling eyes

on their boyish faces

and reaches out with a soft palm extended

and a shot of fear in her heart. 

i have never needed anyone

because the feeling of scorn

when my outstretched hand is passed by

is enough to knock me to my knees

and make me wish i never looked into

his soft blue eyes

and felt the warmth of 

his soft tanned skin

and i wish i never wanted to feel

the soft warm comfort of 

his heart against my own.