armor

if you could see me now
like you did before...
if your eyes could pierce
my carefully
constructed
armor

would these scars frighten you?
because some of them
are yours.
see,
my skin belongs to everyone
i've ever loved.

would your bright gaze
classify me as pathetic?
or perhaps comfort,
make up for
misled misery...

and could you cure this ache?
this dull pain
resounding in my chest...
where people have gone from
in quick succession,
taking with them
essential parts.