I can feel my heart hardening again
the shards of ice melding together
the construction of an impenetrable fortress building
No more do I dream of knights and saviours
eyes wide open, surveying instead
It doesn’t serve to be open
in affairs of the heart
My honesty a toxic poison
Better to remain concealed:
There is safety in dreams
and pain in the reality of being ‘too much’.
Burning Heart by chrisroll/FreeDigitalPhotos.net
It can’t be you!
With your excruciating honesty
and your unashamedly blunt opinions …
I am too sensitive a creature for you!
With my worrying ways
and heart pinned to my sleeve …
I know you have felt the same pain,
deception ripping you to the core.
Even the years of devotion
amount to the same number.
I know I love being in your company,
your smile lighting up the room,
opening a door in my heart.
But I didn’t think it was you …
It can’t be you?
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