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My heart is made of sand.

The more you try to hold it close,

The more it slips away.

My heart is made of sand.

Your lighting smile strikes,

Turning my veins to glass.

One wrong move and the whole system will shatter.

One wrong word and we’re shifting apart.

Author’s Note:

Love has always felt so fragile to me. That if I looked at it the wrong way it would break.

So, I over compensate. I say, “I love you.” like it will be the last time I get the chance. I treat every hug, every kiss, every goodbye as the last one.

Is it healthy? Probably not.

Is it annoying? Definitely.

I might be able to change. Alter the way I act. But, I’m not sure I want to.

Allowing my fear of abandonment in in this way keeps me strong. I feel my emotions in full. My husband will always know I love him. My daughter will always know I love her.

I think that’s a good thing.

Isn’t it?

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