My heart feels so heavy.
Laden with sorrow,
of the future of us.
Or more precisely, lack thereof.
I feel you’ll never move past
these ties that bind you
and these feelings
that you can afford trust to no one.
With so many restrictions,
where does that leave me?
It’s hard to make a home
in the tiny space that I’m provided
in your heart. Especially when the
walls of said space keep closing in.
(December 20, 2011)