Bandaged, wounded,
My withering heart
Screamed "You can't control me!"
At the mention of love
To feel was to jump
Off that mountain so high
And everyone knows
How I handle heights...
I would drown every day
In my own little ways,
Hidden from the world -
Who had no right to help me.
I denied them my hand
And in doing so
I denied myself...
And my wall went up.
Beaten, lonely,
I had no purpose
In love.
And yet he stayed,
Through the agony and pain
Through all my warnings.
Through the wall he could see
Me.
Not the me I pushed out
But the me held inside.
And through the mask he felt
Me.
Not the me who would jump
But the me I denied.
And he held me
Until I eased my fists
And when I dropped my sword
He told me to let go
And it was all okay
'Cause I knew he would stay.
To feel is no longer
Handing over control.
To feel is to surrender
My deepest of souls -
Not to more pain,
But to the me I always knew
Was hiding,
Somewhere.
 
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