The pieces of me I kept safe from the world,
the shards I tried to keep hidden from you.
You have all I have left to give.
Demanded my scarred heart,
used and twisted beyond recognition.
You don't know what you ask of me.
My darkest secrets carved into plaster
smeared with my blood.
I keep them all locked out of
my sacred room of hidden pain.
A knock on the wooden door,
I want to understand you.
Get in your head.
I shiver as I crack the door slightly,
wide-open eyes like a doe caught
in the headlights of a semi.
I've never let anyone into
this room before.
Why are you the first?