My heart scares me.
How openly it gives itself to someone,
Regardless of how much it has been hurt.
It easily forgets
And looks at another
With an innocence only a child could possess.
How long, I wonder,
Will it continue to be this way?
Or perhaps it awaits the day
It finally arrives home.
\"Home is where the heart belongs,\" they say,
But so far, every home I thought was mine
Has turned out to be foster care.
My heart scares me.
It beats so fiercely for the one before me,
As if we are not strangers who have just met.
But truthfully,
It is only searching for its ever after.
With the intensity of its longing,
Surely it must be near.
So near, I hope,
Because my heart scares me.
For so long,
It has been operating on autopilot.
And when my forever finally comes,
I hope it won\'t be tired.
Too exhausted to give
The love it once offered so freely.
Because what truly scares me
Is not my heart\'s desire to love,
But that one day,
My heart will stop beating while I am still alive
Too afraid to give anyone else a chance.
And as I stare at my forever,
I hope it finds the strength
To resuscitate itself
For one last try.