she tells me about her hair
her legs
and her looks
she tells me that a little affair
would be healthy for me
she tells me that she thinks in pictures
but that she worries
that I will see through her
but I do not tell her of my fear
that my heart would crack
if I sowed myself into her words
and as I walk away
I realise that although not broken
I am still not whole
28th March 2014
