Perhaps I’ve been too focused on love.
Dove stained brown despite the sound my contract made as my pen glazed ink across its pages..
Sinking as my heart did knowing love was hidden, true but afraid
And what of the bruise one endures when they open their heart? What is the purpose of screaming and letting go
To be let go
Hold on to me I say forever and maybe I’ll find my knees forged together happily instead of begrudgingly
I won’t hide from my heart
But I’ve got the door locked.