I built bridges

Hoping that you wouldn’t throw yourself off them

But you were really too distracted

To care.

I knitted scarves made of my insides

So that you would

Know that I loved you.

Sometimes it doesn’t matter

How much

Or how often

You turn yourself inside out

For the love of another.

Not because they are cruel

But because the barrier

Around their heart is too thick

To penetrate.

They fear that letting love in

Is a kind of weakness

That is too close

To making them feel whole.

And loving someone wholly


Means that they could leave,

They could disappoint

They could be human.

What they don’t know is that

Bordering the walls

And chambers

Of the heart

Only strangles

The flow of blood

And increases their capacity

To impart

And withstand