a hollowed body
i own
half-empty of disappointments-
pale exterior, a blank canvas
once innocent; so pure
but he touches me
we collide- stars exploding
too foolish to retreat, his words broke me
ached and scarred
his touch, poisoning
overfilled me until i d r o w n e d
no longer half-empty
i gasped, but no air found
suffocated
by my own fault
all we desire, is to be happy
but happiness
is frightening

a.n.