Afraid to Stay

Love is a broken thing to me

kept in a box

at the back of the wardrobe

to be looked at from a distance

I think I have known it

Now it is broken

broken a long time

I am a non-believer

and happy in my heathen state

I do not want more tricks

with smoke and mirrors

designed to make me feel

'lost' without you

I am no longer lost at all

I no longer seek salvation

in some sky castle

built on sand and cobwebs

I am broken

yet happy in my disrepair

I have no heart to give

no dreams to share

no place to go

because I'm there

and you will never do to me

as others may have done

my emotional tank is empty

I am running on reserve

The End

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