Sticks and stones

First attempt at poetry being recorded
This particular one, is about a person who has been caged all life meeting someone who is helping him out and healing. This also goes through how he was and felt before that person came into his life.
Sticks and stones
Not flesh and bones
Is what I'm made of.
Those 3am talks of when I let you in
Telling you how each scar healed
And how each bruise felt
I think I made myself vulnerable
Not able to justify why I opened up
My only reasoning is
The resonating heart beat of two individuals
Slowly growing to a Crescendo , as it peaked
I shattered, letting go of evrything
I didn't want to hold back any untold stories
Slowly unfolded myself releasing the pressure
My lines and creases telling you how i was made a man
The way I am
Just befre
I break down and say I can't, becauae that is what I am used to
I'm used to talking to the wet wooden floor all night
I'm used to Waking up indiffrent, dusting off and going about my Day Alright
But this feeling of warmth, is new
A hug.
A kiss.
Is new.
While tears watered my feet, this seed grew up to be a disappointment
But this warmth is diffrent and I realize
You are my sun and you help me grow
No matter how much I try to hide, I grow towards you
I need you in ways I can't define
I can't justify how you just defy my rules
And Mend my caged bars to let me out
I will come out, I have to.
And I wouldn't be able to thank you enough when I do so.
All these years of trying, crying
And now I'm finally free
Now As the Sun kisses my skin I realize
I'm not simply mere sticks and stones
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