You threw a grenade.
At first I was expecting an awful explosion,
so I kept my walls up and sturdy.
To my surprise,
it was the booming sounds of
fireworks, my heartbeat, and a sea of butterflies’ wings.
It was great at first, but I soon realized
the roaring was really the sound of the earth shattering–
from your berating love bomb,
tricking me into feeling safe.
So I took the blame and endured
the bruising on my heart and soul.
I can only hope I recover
from the deep wounds and stinging scars
you’ve left on me.
3/28/22
SIRI 