Honest

I hide behind witty replies.

To distract from the heartbreak which resides.

I have given all I can give.

Without the need for replies.

Alone, I’m burnt.

Why did I go through the fire? Only to get hurt.

Nobody came for me, is this my just deserts?.

Second guesses up to umpteen.

As I curse, “Ouch! that hurts.”

Wish I was keeping a secret, so I could come clean.

I’m sitting here anxiously, fluctuating mindfully.

As I unravel at the seams slowly being crushed by a wooden beam, trying not to take it personally.