Prickly

I’m a slow healer still
Hugging my chest tight
I know nothing of love
Other than it always leaves
I don’t want to pretend
“I’ve never done this before”
I just don’t want to do it again
A heart’s got that muscle memory
Breeding new instincts; new reasons to run
And the love-jaded women, hard on the street
Well, that’s just hyper evolution, baby
I’d invite you to take a look inside
If it weren’t for all this scar tissue
That envelops my heart
A diamond scalpel couldn’t cut through
I know my own loneliness
like cacti know the desert
I don’t need the promise of rain to fill me
then leave me…slow to drain..
[insert happy ending here]

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