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?