somewhere in my heart,
there might be a little love,
that's shoved behind locked cabinets,
labeled 'pain',
it's shut in a safe,
with the combination of 'regret',
it's in my library of secrets,
along with 'mistakes', 'happiness', and 'tears',
it's hidden behind the muscles of steel,
that keep my heart pounding,
every time i think about this forbidden word,
one day,
if i ever get past the bronze edge of my tongue,
i might be able to think about,
"love".