Open wounds

I’m just a whisper in this crowded room,

A phantom echo with a heart all strewn,

Slice me open, let my secrets bleed,

Exposing shadows, revealing my need.

In this metal shell, I wear my scars,

A yearning heart with broken parts,

You said you wanted all the real in me,

But held me close, never let me see.

Eyes that shimmer, intentions unclear,

You wrapped me in sweetness, cloaked in fear,

Wanted me on your terms, your twisted design,

But I’m fragile glass beneath your sunshine.

Slice me open, show the world my ache,

But it’s the emptiness you choose to stake,

You say you want me, but can’t you see?

Your love is just a ghost, haunting me.

Every smile that drips with doubt,

Every promise you never shout,

I’m alive yet barely breathing,

Caught in the web of all your deceiving.

Wrap me in silence, wrapped in your shame,

You held my heart then let it wane,

Wanted the image, not the real thing,

What’s left of me is just a puppet’s string.

Look in my eyes, see the cracks inside,

Pretending I’m whole, hoping to hide,

Pass me around like a moth to a flame,

You crave the beauty, but call it a game.

Slice me open, show the world my ache,

But it’s the emptiness you choose to stake,

You say you want me, but can’t you see?

Your love is just a ghost, haunting me.

So here I stand, an open wound,

Desire lingering, silently marooned,

Every moment spent in your embrace,

A testament to this hollow chase.