Punctured spikes

Seen the multiple sharp points

Forming their lips into a kiss

Aiming at

My Skin

My heart

and their Favorite

My Mind

Those Kisses were far from gentle

But I let them

Knowing they would be the beginning

of the emotional torment

Using my love as a blanket

Those sharp points made

Endless holes in the fabric

Small holes turned into

Make bigger ones

unattentive to their creation

I was aware of the challenge

To destroy it

I sent the invitation card

Knowing they wouldn’t hesitate

to accept

My welcome invattion

Turn into an invasion

Despite my discomfort

They felt welcomed

no form of appreciation

was shown

Feeling Relief

As they left

I created a shield

So I can sew the holes together

In peace.