Food for the Soul: Poems

Forethought

I am fine.
Stop coming in.

But that is a lie.
She knows she needs saving.
She needs someone who can thaw her frozen heart
Someone who can break her impassable walls 'til it falls apart.

She hates that she secretly yearns for something peculiar.
The one who can set her soul on fire,
Who isn't terrified to swim to her seething waves,
Who can embrace her flaws and make her feel unchained.

Maybe she will not find him today,
or tomorrow,
but eventually,
he will turn up.

In a crowded place,
she will hold her breath
as he captures her soul
with his melting gaze.

And she will start burning..
Again.