Did I?

In the quiet

Of the morning

I chastise myself

For thinking of you 

Still

I worked so hard

To keep my heart

To myself

But 

In the end

It became entangled 

 

And now

I work to free it

Entwined as it is

With my thoughts

And memories

Of you

 

You know

I wanted

To rip my heart

Right out of my chest

And hand it to you

 

But I knew

You wouldn't take it

And I would be left

With a gaping hole

And my blood

All over your floor

 

And I realize

This imagery

Is a little violent

For a love poem

But sometimes

Love

Can feel a little violent

To me

 

You assaulted me

With your vulnerability

Opening up

The way you did

It triggered a thirst 

In me

To know you more

 

The more I knew you

The more I ached

To be your person

The one to hold your heart

A little less violently

Perhaps

Than previously described

How many times

Have I known 

The taste of love?

 

Enough to know

I crave

Its delicious flavor

Its elusive nature

Enough to know

The difference 

Between attraction

And the ability

To deeply connect

On a soul level

I had to walk away

Before you destroyed me

And I know

I did the right thing

Because it hurts so much

And I never even

Gave you my heart

...or did I?