• Defenses flare when they are stumbled over,
    Regardless of the intent or lack thereof.
    I was a cold heartless b***h because I did not cry;
    I did not want you in, I wonder why.

    Insult me, hurt me, frown, break me down—repeat!
    The creation of this sin-sweet smile is no easy feat.
    I won’t give you the successful satisfaction of knowing,
    Just how much this hollow in my chest is growing.

    You ripped in uninvited, trampled over the welcome mat;
    Despite your arrogance, I was hospitable as I could be.
    You felt free to explore, I tried to distract you but then you saw that;
    “Look at the paintings, there are things other than that hole to see.”

    Adamantly, you persist, undaunted by my pleas;
    Hand fondling the doorknob, I struggle not to freeze.
    You will not stop asking where the hole came from,
    Or why it was made; my heart thunders like a drum.

    Your time has come, my patience is gone.
    Angrily, I throw you out onto the lawn.

    Get out! Who do you think you are?
    Prodding at my sensitivities and hoping for some rain;
    Have you any respect for my god damn pain?
    You do it on purpose; your intrusions make me insane!

    “Bellowing b***h!” you reply with a sigh when I remain dry.
    I shirk away and say nothing; I only glare a hard stare.
    Back off and let me be; I don’t care to see,
    The monster Pain dwelling inside of me.

    You are an intruder, you have no place,
    Throwing my faults into my face.

    Turning away I escape back through the door;
    As I’m stepping in, your words bring me to the floor:
    “Cold heartless b***h, you have no emotion.”
    Of the pain that was caused, you clearly have no notion.

    Silence becomes me as I slam the door shut;
    Cursing and calloused, run into the rut; but—
    There is truth to what you say;
    I just can’t handle the hurt today.

    The paintings are lovely, but the hole in the wall,
    Completes their stories and leads into the hall.
    I try not to look but I see you trudging away;
    I throw open the door and request that you stay.

    Intruder, intruder, what have you done?
    Now these tears on my face continue to run.