Walls
do you wish to break me?
with your little hammer words
and studied, unkept slurs?
twisting your tongue?
It won’t linger too long
I serve you my heart
on a platter gold
do you wish to dine?
on this heart of mine?
on flashbacks and stories
and bruised little knees?
on battles and glories
and adolescent unease?
on shallow wonders
and existential crises?
do you still wish to break me?
having tasted my memories?
