Hearts
find ways
of shifting closer
to each other,
try as I might
to stop it.
I welcome this new
friendship,
a place where I
already
feel
I can be
myself
and all
that I am.
We are
a budding rose.
You are
the warm air
on this third
summer night
that settles comfortably
onto my skin.
I still hover between
letting you in
and
keeping my walls
high.
Trying to decide
how much vulnerability
is enough
and
how much
is too much.
And I recognize I
bloom and flourish
prematurely.
I've been forsaken
ten-fold.
But sometimes
I glance over.
Your eyes
are relief
and consoling
and reassuring
and comfort
I wish to sink
into.
You may become friend or foe.
Nevertheless,
I am determined
to turn my own
love
into stories.
