Love is vulnerable.
you extend yourself into
someone else

hoping
wishing

I look to you as you used to look
at me until
I have to stare at myself
and realize

I never let you see
those before you
Nor did you let me see
Ones before I

Maybe you shouldn't lie.
My walls were up around me
and covered with mirrors.

and your lies were arrows dipped in ink
splotching what I wanted to see in
myself.

I open up a crack
only to be hit
and hit in the eye

I closed the crack up
only to be blind