Word of the day Challenge #93-Untitled Poem

Shattered
blood red tears
rending at clothes
at hair
at skin
gouging
nails slicing
anything to stop the pain.
I never lied about what I wanted.
I never lied about what I expected.
I never lied about what I was feeling.
I never lied at all.
What you see
is what you get
no more
no less.
This woman
standing
naked before you
baring soul
bitter past
fragile
vulnerable
patchwork quilt
scars
taped together with experience.
I knew
heart bleeding
I knew how dangerous
voices
screaming
kicked into silence
this would be.
I built an illusion.
I built a fantasy.
I built……
but one memory
how you held me
when I bared my truth
my past
like no other man has done.
©March 16/20
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Protector Anon

Desolate
grey rain
mimosa of grief
of pity
of ego hurt
mostly anger
not with you
but with myself.
Wrapped
clothed tight
black mourning cloth
wound round
tears escape
cotton borne
hide from all
cheerful mask
covers my pain.
Gutted
shattered
terms flow
expressing grief
vomiting forth
a sickened love poem
written in blood from hopeful heart
blackened with rot
hole where affections did lay
cast out
never more
shall I be allowed to hurt.
I swore the last was the last
only to be damned
to find myself falling once more.
Done
stay away
erected a fence
topped with shattered glass
barbed wire
hot electrical impulses
gun turret
all will make you run.
I am tired of this
of having to protect myself
over
over
over once more.
©Nov. 5/19
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