stripped of innocence,
left naked in despair.
so when you're knocking at the door
she cannot hear.
emotionally unavailable,
the trauma runs deep.
she's running but keeps
tripping over potentials,
that sees so much potential.
still she is so resentful
with no time to stop.
legs tired and weary,
her darkness comes in so scary;
in fear, you'll flee
come near, you'll see
a rose with petals bruised and battered,
faded cause color never mattered.
and like her petals,
pieces scattered
from heart shattered and broken.
and if she's open,
its only for a moment.