YOU ARE THAT SOMEONE
A poem about the time I when I believed that I didn't deserve love
I told myself many times
That I would never fall in love again.
Locked my heart in a box,
Sealed it with a metal lock,
Wrapped it with heavy chains,
And threw it into the ocean—
To sink to the bottom,
Never to be found again.
But every single time,
Someone shows up,
Rocks my world,
Brings a temporary illumination to my murky life.
And for a while, it feels like the box is floating back to the surface—
Like my heart is about to be free of the box,
And finally about to feel again.
But it always ends the same...
With my heart punctured,
Left to bleed out till there's nothing left of me.
So I run back to the box
To keep whatever's left of my shattered heart,
And toss it back into the ocean—
To sink to the depths,
Never to be found again.
This time,
You are that someone.
And I know it all seems like summer in a sunflower field right now,
Like 1 Corinthians 13 coming to life.
But I know how it ends—
How it always ends:
With one of us leaving the other in a pool of tears.
So I must call it before it moves further.
I just don't think I'm meant for love,
At least not in this moment,
And not for many moments to come.
I am sorry if that aches your heart,
But I must leave my heart buried in the depths of the ocean—
Never again to be touched by light.
What happens if a special person steps out of the surf clutching that special box? Great piece..
This was good. I love it.,