Exposed


Expand in comfort
though he is not my friend.
Vacant for rejecton...
I've been exposed.
Security is the enemy,
but blinded by sweet emotion,
skin revealed,
I bear the heart of my soul
on my sleeve.
...and wait in silence
to have it torn from my chest once more.
these tender scars still fresh
too quickly returned,
too quickly burned.
In torment, upset my mind
Sleep captures time...
Less time spent in torment.
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