Warm blooded animals

It was a cloudy day, a day like most but you walked pass me that day.  Before I could make sense of it, my lungs stopped for a moment.  They held a space, a breath, just to let me know that you would change everything.

And we spoke, and laughed, and shared moments, and made moments.  We made the most of the world, took it to make it ours.  I opened my heart to you, I wanted you to be a part of me.  I'd let you in my heart, I tried to make it tidy, make it nice, make it warm to keep you comfortable.

I tried so hard to keep you happy, to keep you warm, to make you smile and to make you laugh.  To let you know that it would be ok.  To give you what you wanted, make my heart yours.  Move furniture around, hang a picture on a vein, to carve out a part to make it ours.

I just wanted to keep you warm, warm and comfortable. A blanket to protect you from the cold hard world.  Take shelter in my heart, I'd give it to you all if I didn't need a little to pump life into me.  To keep me warm enough to keep you warm, to keep you happy.

You made yourself look nice, so very beautiful, and then you'd go out. I'd leave the door open, so you know you had a place to stay.  You'd go out to hear your were beautiful, coming back just to rest your head.  You never cared about the furniture, the pictures hung up for you.

It was a cloudy day, one of those days you remember from so long ago.  You had a piece of my heart, a piece that I carved out for you and me.  A piece to place all our memories we went to make.  You went out and brought the cold hard world in with you.  You snuck out at night and invited the cold dark world in, into a place that was meant to be warm.  You brought it in to make you feel beautiful.  It made me shiver, slowed my beat, froze my heart.  You hid the cold in the place to keep memories,  I felt cold, so cold.

That cloudy day, but I looked at my heart, all warn and used.  Lived in by the cold hard world.  I wanted you to be happy, and I believe you are, with all my heart. With all that's left of my heart.  I let you in so you could be happy, and you did, found it amongst the cold dark world.  But I need to keep warm.  I cleaned up my heart, removed the furniture, took down the pictures.  Swept out the cold.  My heart is warm, so much more warm.  I let you in and now you hold the world.  I've locked the door, cleaned up the place, made it warm.

But I can't help thinking I left the key under the mat.


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