It’s Fine To Give Them All Of My Heart, Until I Feel A Little Tired Of Giving It To Them
I wonder if any woman's heart is able to refrain from giving them too much credit to soon.
He shuts the door
without pausing to look back
at me rumpled
in blonde curls spilling over a white pillow
and I lay there
listening to his feet leave
dissolving the love story I built between meeting his blue eyes in the sea
feeling his fingers on my toes
as he spoke directly into me
and his hand on my back as we ate a dinner
laced in yawns
full of touches that lead me to think that I’m the heart he’s been waiting for
a kiss that put me on my knees
and now I lay
feeling rather alone and empty
as the pink sunrise rises
unlacing the stories I thought we’d have
the places we’d go
I wonder if any woman’s heart is able to refrain from giving them too much credit to soon
I wonder if I will ever be able to meet a man
without a feverish romantic curiosity
if he’s my man
my partner
my mountain
perhaps this is a skill I just don’t have
It’s fine to give them all my heart
until I feel a little tired of giving it to them. 
