A wall still stands

My hands are beaten, broken, bleeding;

My fists are clenched

to tight to come apart.

My knuckles torn against this epitaph in stone;

The scars grow deeper

with the pounding of my heart.

A wall still stands

as my feelings for you

that are too strong

for me to overcome.

A wall still stands

as a memory of you

so I can’t again let myself love someone…

so I can’t again let myself trust someone…

So I can’t again let myself f*ck someone…

So I can’t again let myself come undone…