the privacy fence
around my heart
is not just
to keep myself
and those i love
protected
but to prevent
the accidental
affections
from crushing
each of us
under the weight
of false
adorations

frequently
i cut myself
on the
jagged shards
that once formed
a real person
now nothing
but a
collection of scars
that tell
a story of
one too many
one too manys
when it comes
to the affairs
of the heart

it isn’t you
it’s just that
loving me
is like
loving a star
that thing
you think you see
hasn’t been there
for millenia
and what
replaced it
is just
a husk
floating limply
off in space