Your Poem

I always took pride in the cold heart in my chest,

When it did not beat, it did not feel a thing, I was well.

Antarctica seemed warm, and almost tropical...

My heart was nothing in comparison.

I met you, just as shallow and guarded as me,

Talked to me about this broken heart you wore on your sleeve...

And although my heart was sealed, and given to someone else,

I seemed to care a bit, although.... I had no interest.

We spoke and laughed, and joked...

We texted, emailed, called...

We dreamed so very often,

It was sweet. It was. Is.

Time passed, you've broken your heart,

Broken hearts, broke my heart...

You've passed through hoops,

And ran around,

You talked to me, and gathered ground...

And now... now here I sit,

I'm actually writing this ...

Or attempting to.

I love all you do, the way you make me smile...

I love everything about you except the one...

How you make me want to be better,

And drop down my walls,

Make me want to fight harder, (That's no surprise)

You make me wanna be defenseless,

And fall down to my knees...

Pull you to my chest,

And give you what you need.

You make me week,

You make me strong,

You make me afraid,

You make me happy,

You make me hopeful,

You make me yours.