The word safe has two meanings
One is a feeling
One is an object
You make my heart feel both

On one hand you make me feel safe
Talking to you, kissing you, embracing you
It is both exhilarating and comforting
I wish I could pinpoint what it is about you
That makes me feel like everything will be ok
Because god knows I’d do anything to always feel that way

But on the other hand you make me feel like a safe
I have to protect myself, my heart, my soul
Because if I don’t, I will let you have it all
The walls around my heart will fall
And One day you will crack the safe.
I know you will, I can already tell
You’ll learn my secrets, my story, my flaws
And you’ll do as others do
And leave.

But it’ll be my fault, as it always is
Because the contents of the safe are damaged
They aren’t pretty and shiny like others are
They’re broken, ripped, and torn
So Once again I’ll be left feeling forlorn.

I’ll never be truly safe.