Heart
My locked up heart
calloused from abuse
shredded edges freshly healed
into scars from want of use
The ache of wanting again to give
affection to feel, to grow, to live
but so afraid to open it up,
so afraid to give it up,
so afraid to let it go, for what?
A dream, a chance, some fleeting joy,
memories of a girl, a boy,
Knowing, but so unsure,
Feeling, but so reserved
There must exist a hollow space
a hole within my heart, a place
where secret needs, desires swirl
and softly summon to be unfurled
for what other cause have I to try
to seal connections between you and I?
You are the balm to soothe
the scars I hide
You fill the holes
so deep inside
My callouses soften, whither, and peel
under your watchful care
exposing a rawness, a tender spot
your love gently nestles there