Graveyard Of Emotions

I think I've had too much sex
in too many beds.
Neither mine nor comfortable.
With too many people
Neither lovers nor friends.

I think i gave my body away,
betrayed its tenderness
for fleeting moments of connection
With people that would
always stay unfamiliar, strangers.

It's way too easy to open your body
when your heart feels like
it might be closed off forever,
the healing adjourned
by yet another touch.

My heart is not an organ
but A comedy of error,
harbouring Feelings desperately trying
To deny their own existence.

My body the graveyard of emotions
floating around inside
what used to be my holy temple
Like dead weight.