Prickly

I’m a slow healer still

Hugging my chest tight

I know nothing of love

Other than it always leaves

I don’t want to pretend

“I’ve never done this before”

I just don’t want to do it again

A heart’s got that muscle memory

Breeding new instincts; new reasons to run

And the love-jaded women, hard on the street

Well, that’s just hyper evolution, baby

I’d invite you to take a look inside

If it weren’t for all this scar tissue

That envelops my heart 

A diamond scalpel couldn't cut through

I know my own loneliness

like cacti know the desert

I don't need the promise of rain to fill me

then leave me...slow to drain..

[insert happy ending here]