I’ve been hurt,
It’s still raw.
Don’t touch me,
And don’t call.
I’m barely pulling
Through each day.
Don’t note the tears,
Please look away.
You seem nice.
You’re fun. And fair.
But any hurt
I couldn’t bear.
It seems my soul
Is closed and shuttered
‘Gainst chance or dare-
My heart is shattered.

By JB Morris- Poems, Prose, and Possibilities- mostly about life, sometimes about God, with brief interludes concerning shoe addiction.

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