Thinking about the first time I laid my eyes on you
Your beautiful smile made my heart budge
The way you spoke snatched my entire being
I fell so hard
You were the first thing on my mind
And the last thing when I went to bed.
The thought of you gave me butterflies
My heart was so full nothing else mattered
When you held me in your arms.
I am writing with a dissuaded heart
Asking myself if I can take any more daggers.
Will I even be able to surface from the last one I took?
Be vulnerable, break down those walls, you said.
Here I am now
With a broken heart.