i have gained the
unfortunate illness
of being scarred
by a past lover.
i am scared to love again.
i am frightened
to be vulnerable.
yet as time passes,
i feel the shell slowly
falling away just as the
naked body of a newly shed snake.
i find myself
following that predictable routine
of once again
falling for someone.
let’s just hope that
this end result
will not leave me in a
rusted and bent
body of armor.