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We spent years scraping away at the cage
of bone and fear and lack of trust.
You whittled down my defenses,
I guided you to my weakest points,
showed you the easiest ways to break through.
You smashed through the dome that guarded
all vulnerability.
We opened me up and let the world into my core,
along with all the consequences.
I gave you the tools to scrape out
every soft piece of pain.
I taught you how to claim the wetted walls
starved of connection and desperate for love.
And unreserved I filled the space with you,
your warmth and comfort and promise.

You told me I had pulled you too fully into my cage.
You spoke of the overwhelming pressure
of sustaining my battered interior.
I had placed too much emphasis on your friendship,
had grown too reliant on your warmth and comfort.
I was tasked with helping you remove yourself
from my tangled construct of bone and fear
and lack of trust.

I am left with a scraped out interior,
hollow, raw.
How do I sustain the wet walls
that became so accustomed to your presence?
How do I revert to the defenses of the past,
when all that I used to fill the spaces
has been scraped away?
How do I become who I was,
after helping you dismantle who I was?
I made the mistake of guiding you to every weak point.
I neglected to save any armor,
any bone to rebuild my cage.
But for you, I will try.

Description
We spent years scraping away at the cage
of bone and fear and lack of trust.
You whittled down my defenses,
I guided you to my weakest points,
showed you the easiest ways to break through.
You smashed through the dome that guarded
all vulnerability.
We opened me up and let the world into my core,
along with all the consequences.
I gave you the tools to scrape out
every soft piece of pain.
I taught you how to claim the wetted walls
starved of connection and desperate for love.
And unreserved I filled the space with you,
your warmth and comfort and promise.

You told me I had pulled you too fully into my cage.
You spoke of the overwhelming pressure
of sustaining my battered interior.
I had placed too much emphasis on your friendship,
had grown too reliant on your warmth and comfort.
I was tasked with helping you remove yourself
from my tangled construct of bone and fear
and lack of trust.

I am left with a scraped out interior,
hollow, raw.
How do I sustain the wet walls
that became so accustomed to your presence?
How do I revert to the defenses of the past,
when all that I used to fill the spaces
has been scraped away?
How do I become who I was,
after helping you dismantle who I was?
I made the mistake of guiding you to every weak point.
I neglected to save any armor,
any bone to rebuild my cage.
But for you, I will try.