He wears a shell of black armour over his chest.
Over his heart.
To self-protect.
Afraid to be hurt.
Afraid to let anyone in.
Not wanting to be wounded...
again.
Not wanting to be vulnerable.
For the last time he was...
it was a disaster.
She tries to hold him close,
putting her arms around
his cold black shell.
He responds only with a hard smile.
And won't let her get closer.
Won't let her touch his heart.
But...
she is determined to love him.
Her love is bold.

Over many days,
many months,
many years.
She continues to love.
Until finally,
the black armour over his heart
begins to dissolve.
Slowly, magically,
dents appear,
then cracks,
then holes.
Pieces break off,
at first only small.
And then...
larger and larger do they fall.
Away from his heart.
Until at last...
exposed and vulnerable,
he lets love in.
And learns how to love her.
In return.

-

my favorite poems are the ones I don't want you to read,
about more than blind love, they're about the suffering.
a contradiction, they're the ones I want you to read,
because they're filled with the words
I don't even have the courage to breath.
another thing, I want you to read this one too,
but I know I wont show it for then you'd know the truth.

you are the first priority
in my life's timeline
don't confine it to fine line
Please watch on the heart of mine
Everything is gonna be fine

Energetic vampires crucify as
their feet sink on the ground
arms afloat in fits pounding
their body is entirely hammered
to sit in conclusions of others
Their form is a liquid chameleon
one that flows like a gel of misery
Their emotions are on the gear drive
like dying wax on a gassed chamber

These dark energies are permeable
as their existence fasten death
on our calm natured souls
Their doom is a constant taunt
a blackened hole of dark form
The horn they raise is evil
like an adventure wire of unbalance
For my destiny I hold them not

Their eyes of desire vibrate
like a treasure of lost beads
They beat in a sack and ****
as we duck on the underpass
Their nails are hardened and long
as they gnaw all that is not theirs
Their teeth protrude and grind
grounded in the egoistical trespass

Their palms are calloused and aged
prearrange in a planned plot
Their aura electrified to burn
spreading a life threatening smoke
that haze of the unnamed display
As one rolls like a wrestled ball

Let go and rise up from the witched prey
Tilt the strength and dull their day
Filter their strength from your glory
Shadow them with the light and shine
*Go beyond, fly above, as they live below

If you haven’t noticed
I still feel the pain
And the fruit of the lotus
Can’t bring me around

But I won’t let you down.
No. I won’t.
I swear I won’t let you down.