i will stop writing poetry like a eulogy when you start making me feel alive

Before you I was a closed off person,
I buried my heart under layers of clothing and it never went on excursion,
But something about you brought me out of my shell,
Yet if you ask me what it is something that I could never tell,

Before you my heart was protected from feeling sadness or rage,
But your love cut me open and ripped my poor heart right out of its protective cage.

I am the poem she has not written down yet

Imagine her hands on your heart
Tapping Morse code into vertical velvet walls
Hieroglyphs I am still decoding, present

My heart is better known as an island
A place for the shipwrecked
Beautiful in its desperation

Her presence an S.O.S. in sand
I am trying everything I can
To let her save me