Candy hearts

               Candy hearts. Mementos of
crushed souls. We create diversions
to call upon. To handle all our disappointment.
We cry to leak out sorrow, to
become a moment without a spirit. Ah.

               Demented and selfish we have become.
For what? To tell a tale that should have
been explored years ago. To empty our
hearts of wasted time. Ah how we
become bitter from the hurt. The pain.
Yet never do we want to let someone
in for chance it all happening again.

            We take steps, great measures to resist
any emotion. To build an imaginative
world for only us to enter. No one else
can be allowed entrance for possibility of
being banished. Ah how we covet our
sanctuary.

            Learning to trust again. Opening
the door for someone. One who craves to
know. Desires to hold a part who you are.