I want to melt.

I want to slip between the cracks.

I desire to be held and let all my walls

Down.

To be completely and utterly

Vulnerable.

Naked.

But I can’t.

I’m too bent.

I’m too damaged.

It’s too late

And I’m too tired.

These bruises won’t go away.

No matter how hard I scrub,

The bleach won’t clear away the stains.

The glue won’t hold the cracks together.

My strength is just a hoax I’ve planted in my brain

Which my heart can no longer

Sustain.