vulnerability

I don't like this skin of vulnerability,

to show my softened underbelly

and to take off the masks of all my lies.

I don't like to let people get so close,

to reveal my inner temple to them

and to show them the chants of my priests.

I am a person

who hides within riddles

metaphors

puns and jokes,

I am a person

who would rather be a bad joke book

than be a real person,

full of every emotion

and even allowed to cry a little, sometimes.

Maybe

sometimes it doesn't have to be the downpour of rain

or a temple constructed in my veins

or the man who pounds me until pain

or the city lost in spires of smoke and bane

sometimes it can just be the tears

of a 19 year old thing

sick and heavy hearted and

so very, very confused

and

so very, very in need of warmth

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