Poetic Justice

Trust Issues

I flinch when a hand is laid on my shoulder,
I keep my purse firmly at my side,
I smile and rather choose to hide the tears.
I frown when I drop my pen to the ground,
And someone decides to pick it up.
A compliment to me,
Is a favour that is needed.

But more so,
I keep my heart anchored to the ocean
That dwells in my chest,
And just to be sure,
I've built two walls around it,
One made of iron and steel,
As hard as my eyes can get,
The other made of old decayed brick,
A pure reflection of my soul.

I keep it all tightly to my side,
My feet can't meet the ground for too long,
The floor may betray me.
My eyes can't meet yours for too long,
You may choose to look away.
My heart can't belong to you,
Because you might steal it,
And run away with it.

It's silly,
I feel,
That I need to keep my heart as sealed
Away,
As my possessions.

But I'd rather be safer than sorry,
Be wary than naiive,
Have trust issues and not be disappointed,
Than trusting and having hopeful views.