The flavor of honey coats my tongue
and drips down to my bones,
gluing the cracked pieces of my body
that I thought couldn’t be repaired.
But here we are.
Here is the sound of the armor
I’ve spent years building,
cracking at your very touch,
your very eyes,
and your very smile.
What power you must possess
to break the shield that kept people away—
the same shield that gnaws on kindness
and will soon devour you as well.
But you must ignore it, and hear my plea:
Please don’t leave.
I want you to see,
my fragile skin.
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