I taught myself to never get attached to things.
People, places, even ideas...
I learned that they only fly away,
and leave you at the window watching.
Sometimes they fly right through that window and shatter it.
As if a broken heart isn't enough
to remember them by,
As if my tears don't
turn to crystals when they fly,
hardened from the repetition of dropping
over and over again,
Now I must dig out the diamonds from my feet and be reminded why they
are the hardest rock in the world,
cold, beautiful and deadly when aimed.
~
I learned never to let my emotions grab onto other emotions,
because they only trample you
on their way to the door.
I didn't learn this trait because
I wanted to be powerful,
untouchable in the way that
ice promises cold pain,
only a face to be looked at with the knowledge that one could never reach the heart.
I did it for protection,
in the knowledge that I am a fragile soul
that cannot take so many disappointments.
I did this to ensure the protection of my heart,
to keep it from being so fragile,
I see a thought, a hope,
the thin threads of a promise,
and at once I let it go.
Everything that I have taught myself has been turned into a mystery since I met you.
