Weight of Words

War Room

The poet with her bruised and beaten heart sat around piles of shredded paper covered in words. She took a good long hard look at all the scars and stitches as she became fearful. She knew looking at the mess before them, they were surrounded with every doubt on paper she's ever had. Every painful word, every way she's ever been told she was unwanted, unlovable.

They were within the chaos of her mind and she knew why they were there. She knew she opened up to someone in a way she hadn't allowed herself to in several years. A mysterious someone who had intrigued her in every sense of the matter. She just couldn't help herself. Drawn into that direction like she had absolutely no choice. She practically broke every rule she made to protect herself from becoming close to anyone...convincing herself she didn't need it, but she did. She found she needed this someone.

The guilt creeping in while looking at her heart in such a state. Glancing at each shred of paper she became angry with herself. She knew she put them both in a situation where they may not survive. Yet, what if this time they could? That's where she knew she was stuck. The "what ifs" and so many of them. However, the hectic became silence when this person was around. Her heart beat stronger, she felt warmer.

The battle becoming less and less. When they talked, she never questioned how she felt as it was becoming so clear. Whether she wanted it to or not, her heart took lead. She didn't like not having the control, but she couldn't deny what this was anymore. She didn't want to. He made everything better, happier. He occupied her mind more and more everyday. He was incredibly brilliant. He made all her senses tingle. It was true to say, she had never met someone so alluring and she knew that early on. This had to be different?

Sighing deeply, she took one last look around and gave her heart a slight nod in acceptance.

She knew even if they crashed and burn that it would've all been worth it.

Okay...
so not poetry, but ..
Sometimes there's just more.