I give too much of myself away
I think
I hope
deep down
that if I keep giving
that I will get back
and that if I unravel myself enough
then someone will tangle themselves into me.
But the more I keep sharing
spilling from my already full glass
the more I lose
because I don't know how to get back my silver soul
that falls past idle hands
when I expected outstretched fingers.
All that I have and
all that I have given away
splashes onto the ground by our feet
and I ride out the earthquake alone
clinging to myself as I wait for him to anchor me.
The last earthquake shattered my glass
and I realised how I couldn't wait anymore
I had given him everything
the only shining part of us was our silver stained shoes
and the ground crumbled beneath us.
I expected too much and received too little
but then I found you.
Someone who filled my veins with gold
who thought my smile was sunshine
and my laugh was the music you had waited your entire life to hear
now guarded and hesitant, my newly golden soul unsure
you eagerly took every piece of me I gave away
whilst willingly opening up to me too
and as our lives intertwined I realised
you were made of gold too.
Now the only earthquakes we have are the ones we make together
and my heart only aches in all the right ways.
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