Fear of love

I have my wall and you have yours, 

put up to keep the past out 

and to help heal our sores.

We go on, never really loving again.

Never wanting to sacrifice ourselves to all of that past pain.

No way, No how, would we ever submit ourselves to that,

to open a door and possibly becoming a mat. 

I'm not  going to let you in, we say

so don't even try to knock

And when we're done with the play,

we'll just be another someone that we forgot.

Well if you want me to be honest, 

for me thats only partially true.

There was a hole in my wall,

and there stood, you.

I tried to reach out and pull you in

I didn't want to be alone and I was tired of pretend.

I became vulnerable and I opened my door,

but still, you stood on the other side

and decided you didn't want me anymore.

I cried and cried and then that was that, 

I shut the door and took away the mat.

You knocked again, and I wasn't quite sure why, 

but then it hit me,

you too are just like I.