Compartmentalization
My dear, hear me and not my perceived guilt
For my distancing quiet you demean
It is not a wall but a guard I built
To keep my darker heart in quarantine
A bitter thorn in a twisted ravine
If some midnights produce a muzzled roar
Escaping the planks of my placid floor
Allow me this one secret to withhold
It is for our love I don't show you more
These stones too crushing to leave uncontrolled
08/02/23
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