Splintered Memories

Afraid to feel although I want.

I hold them back for fear of taunt. 

Shattered shards sharp through my pulse. 

Haunting shadows emanate from my sullen soul; nostalgia, darkness, secrets left untold. 

Yet, now before me: a glimmer, a sheen.

Something so familiar, yet altogether clean. 

I want to believe you, when you caress my cheek,

but you, charming boy, you’ve gashed my persona;

I am weak. 

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