Hidden in a Bunker

I wish I could explain what happened

but to say my scatter brain is distracted

would be a severe underreaction

to the shattered fractions of what is left of my heart

to think when I was younger

one day I would have to hide my love in a bunker

because detachment became safer than trust

oh, how could I have imagined

my heart would become this abstraction

pulling crimson in at every transaction

only to leak sorrow and grief back into my blood

with incessant calls for retraction

of the actions that reduced my love to a fraction

I finally reached a point where I had had enough

my heart has been hidden in a bunker

since the day detachment became safer than trust