Therapy…
I guard my heart so that it doesnt get broken again.
cause every time it does i end up missing a few pieces.
i think they must get stuck in the heels of my feet
making it hard to walk the line straight and i often find myself falling off track even though the goal is clear and in reach.
But what can one do with a glued together mosaic of a heart? missing pieces. looking for fullfillment - a plaster to mend these holes.
but too afraid to let anyone get too close for fear that they may be using that cheap shit.
you know that glue and water that melts away in the first drops of rain or cracks when the winds of the first storm begin to brew.
that cheap shit that people carry around for emergencies but not for permanent fixes.
yea i dont need that.
so i continue to shop, refusing to take ppl’s hand outs and “i got u”s” and moving on until i find the real thing. the genuine product.
See I dont like having these holes in my heart. it’s quite unfortunate. makes it hard to breathe. i often wheeze
and i can feel the winds moving thru me making my heart cold and icy.
wont you be the one to save me? the one to invest some time and money, get the good plaster, apply two coats, make sure it dries and paint over it in a brilliant red so it looks good as new?
can that be u?
i want it to be u.
so baby take off your cool and i’ll take off mine and we can lie naked together in our true nature unsheilded and defenseless. no false pretenses, no games, no circles of words, no uninspired actions…just u and me. me and u. all guards down. tools out. ready to put in work.
yea i guard my heart so it doesnt get broken. i carry it real carefully as i try to walk the line that will lead me to the vault of your safety. and when i reach you, im going to open your mind, open your body and open your soul. im going to reach into the place where you’ve hidden your heart and we are going to lock them away together. two hearts beating in perfect time. keeping each other company.
