It’s like peeling back the curtains
It’s like dusting off an old trophy
It’s like opening a sealed trunk
You’re pulling at the very fabric of my existence
And I like being discovered
Especially by you
And then I wonder if it is meant to be
If you’ll like me when that’s all there is
The curtains drawn
No mystery
No suspense
Just
Plain
Unchanging
Old
All my secrets told
Nothing else to see
Plain Old Me
And I can’t allow that
So I shut up
Like slamming close a book
Like a rubber band snapping in place
To back before
When you didn’t know me
When you didn’t care to know me
When I couldn’t get hurt
Safe in dull ignorance
A door- less enclosed space
And windows to taunt
Force me to see what could have been
Trapped in my own security
Willingly enchained
And yet longing for what I gave up
Trapped in an internal circle
of misery
Is that what love is?
A choice between two awful extremes
Forced to pick my poison
And somehow through all the heartbreaks and heartaches
I choose love every time