Dear heart,
you are beginning to look like a fire escape
for all the times people have used you to be safe
and left once the fire was out,
and I am wondering if I should apologize now
for how much all those footprints must have hurt you
it probably feels like grand central in there
it probably feels like rush hour traffic
except with nowhere to go
and
maybe it was me,
maybe I pried you open for too long
and now you don’t know how to close for anyone
maybe that’s why you’re so hungry
why you’re starting to look like a mouth
and not a fist,
where did that fight go?
why are you so willing to love everyone?
even if they don’t love you back
even if they don’t want to stay
is it me?
did you hear about softness so often
that you thought you had nowhere else to go?
I don’t know if that’s ruining or beautiful
I’m wondering if it can be both.
I want you to know that I’ll try though
I’ll keep trying and I hope someday
someone
crawls into you and decides
that there is nowhere they would rather be
and that there is no place safer
to stay.
