When I think
About you
I make sure to close the door

To dodge artfully
Your eyes that
Could seek out
The smallest *****
In my armour

Your touch had
A cruelty that could
Draw blood with
A caress
... or was that a slap?

Your words cut me
Off from myself
And everything
That I held dear

Till I fluttered around
You like a kite
Without a string in the
Forlorn sky

Was it love
Or its likeness
That cloaked itself
In hatred

There's a hole
Where my heart
Used to be

A crater that fills
Up with sunshine
When I open the
Door and stop
Thinking of you.