Once Burned...

Before you I was open, unassuming, I let everyone in.

Until you breached my defences; pumped petrol into my heart;

And then so flippantly, flicked a match into my aorta - with such precision.

You always were a good shot.

Now I sit alone, heaving out black smoke,

And spewing fire at anyone who gets too close.

I strengthened my defences.

So no one like you can ever breach them again,

Encased in barbed wire fencing I tend,

To a tiny, charred, black heart,

That slowly, I'll try to mend.

Quietly hoping perhaps one day...

It will run red,

Again.

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