Prison --

I could be happy in his arms but God knows I'm not strong enough to leap to them.
Not with a heart weighed heavy as mine.

It shouldn't be this difficult, I know that. But there are a few things wrong with me.
I am made up of a thousand walls, and only a few doorways - barricaded now. And guarded.

He doesn't ask for much, just for something real.
But I am the lie behind false fronts; offering nothing for his troubles.

I hope only that my heart can soften before he gives me up.
Or, stays ice right through the walk away.

How did I get so broken?

S. 

{Photo: Adriano Sodré Flickr}