The poetry of my day

Salted Wounds

I couldn't let you see me cry.

You who has never known disapointment.
You who was staring at me completely void of emotion.
Not knowing whether to swallow me in your large embrace
or let solitude burn my agony out.
You who kept your gaze fixed, waiting for me to crack.

And I was filled with apathetic rage.
The rage that hollows out your insides
leaving nothing but stinging flesh and
the bite of despair.

And I couldn't let you see me cry.
I couldn't give that gift to you.

My fragile self was too close to the surface and
the steel of your blue eyes was too bitter and
your hands were too rough.
I couldn't be that vulnerable.
I was already broken and blistered
But to be shattered-
well...I could never be me again.