we have titanium at our cores

with the inside of our heads brittle

from the constant wars and pain that has shattered us

in only a place we let a few people see

and i wish we could tell about the scars

that cross our souls

and the salty rivers that come from our eyes

as a form of raw poetry

but we both were taught a long time ago

that always seem to block the wrong people out

~ maybe we have a shared piece of shrapnel?