Just Life

The Window Into His Heart

I have a window into the heart of a man

A man who doesn't show how he feels inside.

I have a window into where he hurts, where he cries, where he rejoices

The very places he hides from everyone else.

And because I have this window, I feel his emotions

And not only do I feel his emotions, I have to deal with them

And not deal with them out of annoyance, but because I care about him.

And not because I love him like a boyfriend, but because I love him like a brother

and he is my friend.

I have to pick up the pieces of a shattered heart

and try my best to stick them back together

although I can never really get those tiny fragments that have turned to everything, but dust

I have to cut my fingers to make sure he's okay

and he makes it through whatever.

A guy may not show his emotions, but they're there

Locked up in a tower, unreachable to all, but those he lets climb up

You may think he's perfectly fine, but the person who can look into the tower knows different

A man has a heart, just like a woman, just like anyone.

Respect that.