Mon Pauvre Coeur

"my poor heart"

everyone needs an outlet, here's mine

Three glasses of wine later and I think I’m in love with you,
So I whisper it in your ear and I can almost hear my walls inside breaking down
I can almost feel your presence becoming an issue, becoming something that can tear me down in a matter of seconds
Before you I was fine, I was great and now I’m at your will
I tell myself if you love a flower let it be but my inner child wants to rip you from your roots and plant in you a vase inside my soul where you can never leave,
I will trap you where I feel most safe
Please help me to trust
Help me to learn to allow people in and also allow them to leave
You are not mine just like I am not yours